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Dec 2018
Hours alone, living small
in a hotel room
without dying

going crazy or
staying behind
alone forever

like hell and purgatory
in the evening
on the stage

I do miss my children here
beside me on the bed, my love
my life without drama

without the decisive end
from which the audience wants to learn
to understand what life is
Hotel room (1931, Edward Hopper)
Shirley: visions of reality (2013, Gustav Deutsch)

Collection "Pending rain"
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
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