Zywa
Alone in the house
She fell down the staircase
an ordinary staircase, in the hall
the newspaper is on the table
the bed is in the living room
Her face has a blush
it's an ordinary face, no bruises
not a single muscle that winks
A sleeping beauty
More and more she dreamed
of the past, asked me what
life was like, then, and said
come, let's have another one!
My memories with her smile
her so familiar body
that I leave here, at night
soulless alone in the house
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