bed without bodies
pillows without tresses,
doors only for exit
piano void of music,
new bulb void of light,
lenses with no sight,
heart without art,
lifetime without life,
emp—ty
emp—ty
emp—ty
emp—ty
emp—ty
the song of
me after our we.
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12.12.2019
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