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Uljana Wolf

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in all honesty i possess eleven fingers, outside of honesty too. it's a clumpcloddy finger, the eleventh, with clodhopper knuckles, it's what the word churl would look like if it came to earth or scudded beneath it in finger form. elves dangle and twirl from the gnarly joints on the sabbath. such a muchness, but truly, when a wind kicks up you can hear the hinges creaking.

elf – enkel

elf – enkel

ich habe, wenn ich ehrlich bin, einen elften finger, und wenn ich lüge auch. es ist ein knubbelfinger, der elfte, mit knarzenden knöcheln, so sähe das wort kobold aus, käme es als finger auf die erde, oder unter. an den zähen gelenken hängen sonntags meine enkel und schaukeln. all das kommt plötzlich, trotzdem wahr, wenn wind geht, kannst dus in den angeln quietschen hören.
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in all honesty i possess eleven fingers, outside of honesty too. it's a clumpcloddy finger, the eleventh, with clodhopper knuckles, it's what the word churl would look like if it came to earth or scudded beneath it in finger form. elves dangle and twirl from the gnarly joints on the sabbath. such a muchness, but truly, when a wind kicks up you can hear the hinges creaking.

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in all honesty i possess eleven fingers, outside of honesty too. it's a clumpcloddy finger, the eleventh, with clodhopper knuckles, it's what the word churl would look like if it came to earth or scudded beneath it in finger form. elves dangle and twirl from the gnarly joints on the sabbath. such a muchness, but truly, when a wind kicks up you can hear the hinges creaking.
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