I turn the page… Burnt brain made up of burnt cells I heard that tomorrow will come more violent than today Everything around me gets narrow Shackles and circles, compromises, friends and individuals every day I work like a dog in the mornings and I get crumbs My mom always […]
loneliness
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The loneliness… doesn’t have the sorrowful colour of the cloudy chick in the eyes. She’s not wandering indolently and abstractly shaking her hips inside concert halls and icy museums. She’s not yellow picture frames of ‘good’ old times and naphthalene inside the chests of granny violet ribbons and wicker straw […]