Sleeping With Yesterday - Poem by Stefan nnn
walking past windows
with a surfeit of superficial clevernesses.
i grow weary and wonder
where is my place in the vast all of this
and with whome?
and tell me when?
but mostly why?
cry! openly at sad stories
weep at sad songs
but don't long for fantasies forsaken
there's no explanation
so please don't ask for more
i only work here
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