My world and I were
growing, as long as we grew --
death did not exist.
Mijn wereld en ik
Meine Welt und ich
groeiden, zolang we groeiden --
wuchsen, während wir wuchsen --
bestond de dood niet.
gab es keinen Tod.
Poem H2822
Amsterdam, 2020-11-11
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