Boxhagener Strasse

Berlin. Morning. Sunshine.
I’m dressed in flowers,
Walking to Friedrichshain
Through buildings and towers.
Armchairs. Tables. Glasses.
Alcohol intoxication.
On the Boxhagener Strasse
Continuing communication.
Flat. Kisses. Joy Division.
Falling down into couch,
Slowly losing my religion,
Too unstable to be crouched.
Morning. Walking. Heart
Beating faster,
Kneeling down,
Pray to God.


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