I Loved a Mannequin
MUSE OF MY PAIN
you are who
you are, and I
love you so...
Thousand times i
said
at your feet
crouched... in
your impassivity
you didn't hear,
you didn't speak, neither
complained...
nor
laugh...
You are woman, that
it caused amazement!
listen, quiet now...
How did you do so much...
occasionally
I remember that you
did not listen
no song,
no pain, no
crying...
you only live
thus...
your live
as mannequin...
at your showcase...!
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