In the morning, the house smells of coffee,
And in general all is well,
I just miss you very much, so
that a hunger sucks bones like in hell,
By the morning I slept with you,
Clinging to my knees with a yearn..
autumn flared outside the window,
and broke out a gloomy dawn.
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