Situationer

cold hands
drooping eyes
heaving sighs
late arrival
sitting on
a chair
staring on
the wall
thinking and
then undressing
and switching off
the lights
and then
shutting up
inside this
dark niche

come colored
dreams
forget forget

another time
another sleep

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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