Der Mann aus dem Asylantenheim starrte mich, mit tiefster Sehnsucht in der er sich befand, an. Und saugte mich, durstig in seinem Blick, aus bis mir ganz schwindelig wurde. Getroffen von der übertragenden Sehnsucht taumelte ich sehnsüchtig nach Hause.

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  1. Hi Furina,

    I am a huge fan of your work and blog.
    Myself and two of my friends are starting a MAGAZINE called Garter. We are Dublin based
    and enthusiastic to get as much people from all over to submit their work.
    It's beginning as a very open space. Basically we want to get people published.
    This is the tumblr with the synopsis. We are totally open to anything you put your creative
    mind to. I would love if you wanted to get involved,

    Love Lux