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Poetry

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Immigrant

My soul has been divided, like heaven
And Hell. A wall
Built high -- trapping me in,
Keeping me out. I try
To climb over my past. It
Builds higher the wall,
Keeping East from West -- Brother from
Brother. My soul has been divided,
Like my homeland --
Germany.

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