so many
beautiful
bodies
more than
sparkling
these
glasses of
wine
on these
tables
so many
moments of
ecstasy
countless years
of bliss
outnumbering
the days of
sorrows
i feel guilty
i do not feel
any
everything is
in order
harmony is
everywhere
i feel guilty
i am not a part
of any
i am not human
anymore
and to all of
them
i am sore.
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