Zywa
Black sun
The black sun in me cries
the you of before and now wet
from love and breathlessness
Another day
to start again
how can I possibly bear that?
Another night
the doom, the hushed up verdict
the black sun around me
sucking me out and making me
flap in the wind to have me
flown away empty
Failed after all, and
still the whisper at home
the sweet words everywhere
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