Dying Of Non-Expression Poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Dying Of Non-Expression
discuss me flat
carpets and a doormat
fill me fridge
buy me chairs
fix all repairs
love me so much
take me to lunch
let me get it straight
i am not great
not grateful at all
regardless of chairs
repairs and all the cares
when my hosts are gone
i just want to be alone
guess i'm my best
household guest
deep in the night
turning on the light
and finally begin
to write
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4/25/2024 3:57:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
quite wonderfully written :) 10++