Row
funny this species of ours
who invites her friends to tea with poison.
I've been to this party for so long with a taste of solitude
that now my heart has turned to a desert
with skeletons of dreams,
broken portraits scattered on the floor.
little to nothing,
just a few minutes to go
and yet the sky remains dark and indifferent.
get there, please.
I also want a place in the happy line.
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