Critical thinking
She is young
Very young
And her lips, rosy, shine
Hair curly, eyes drunk
Her nails are all painted
Dark blue, violet
But dim, dark
She is doll to look at
Very sad
Rest remains for later
Now feelings are like rat
Will these thoughts and visions
Return as a come back?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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