I Think I Lost My Wish - Poem by Mira Ilic
I think I lost my wish.
Fifteen minutes to catch a bus.
I eat a roll until trees and bushes and houses
run in opposite direction
What shell I do What shell I do
There is a book in my beg - 'The World According to Garp'
I squeeze sheets
Is that the proof of its existence?
One step more to the entrance...
I must not forget...
On my way back...
To pick up my heart from cleaning...
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