Zywa
Old hunger
You went away, I went on
loving you and out of the blue
there you are at my door
with a sleeping mat
I just sit and watch
You drop anchor
and want to show
all kinds of things, explaining them
with your hands and I have no idea
how this started
It all goes by itself
I am glad
I was home, am home
I make soup
there is rye bread
We are hungry
Old hunger
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