{Sna[tch][ing]}

You tch me here and you tch me there

And everywhere you tch me 

Wrong, I find and feel how less and less

I belong –

If mebbe now just not 

At all

To the all-breaking being 

You once becalled: to 

That power you overwhelmed me with.

But no lingering love remains on

My part: in fact,

On my heart 

The part[ing] is now utterly done.

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