Rote Tropfenfnger von meinem Kinn, in dem ich gegessen habe. Das nicht ganzes Blut, nirgendwo nahe allen, wird weg von meiner ffnung abgewischt.
Klumpen der roten Verwirrung mein Haar und der Tiger, der Bffel, knnen.
Ich war ein Mrder. Ja bin ich ein Mrder.
Ich komme von der Ttung. Ich gehe zu mehr. Ich fahre rote Freude vor mir von der Ttung. Rote Sttigungen und roter Hungerdurchlauf in den Schlupfstellen und in den Sften meiner inneren Knochen: Die Kindschreie fr eine saugen Mutter und mich schreien fr Krieg.
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