Worse than starving
Haven't it been enough when you asked even though I stepped aside?
You can head your face towards me I don't care.
My ears got blunt.
My poor ears got ignorant.
No, no I hear you but I can't listen.
My eyes are the peak of my headaches.
You still just stand there awating for something.
When I don't you await someone to pass it by to you.
To pass *mine* by to you.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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