alone
for a week, two,
month,
whatever takes it long
book wants to play,
flies to the ceiling,
into the corners,
back and forth
suddenly
without knowing
you are silently smiling
By:
Anna
Brikciusova
alone
for a week, two,
month,
whatever takes it long
book wants to play,
flies to the ceiling,
into the corners,
back and forth
suddenly
without knowing
you are silently smiling
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