Zywa
Café The Devil
What am I doing here
dressed up and laughing
for nothing, in too much noise
to understand anyone?
still nine, nine days left
nine days without hands
to lie in and purr
only mine
and they don't count
can not do what he can do
Perhaps the man opposite me
seems like a sweet man
or the pretty guys over there
who will know how
without thinking about it
what I am doing here
doubting
with my clothes on
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