Robert Enke R.I.P.
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the sands of depression
were sifted daily
with training
and matchdays
¶ 2
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but football
is not always
24×7
¶ 3
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the sands of time
accumulated
in the mind
of Robert Enke
¶ 4
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when football
was out of mind
so was he
¶ 5
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on the beaches
of depression
the waves were calling
calling
¶ 6
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The World Cup
surely
a safety beacon?
¶ 7
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but the sands shifted
and the memory of Lara
outweighed Leila
and Teresa
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the local Hamburg Express
outweighed
life
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