I left the building yesterday. There were not lights
in sad blind windows, but your door was open…
White moveless curtains had been drawn again apart.
I feel you were behind the glass. Strange motions…
You show, that you don’t need me anymore. And why
did you then look for me? What for is hunting?
I opened heart to you. But what I had? The lie…
I do not want to be one of your Barbies.
17.12.2024
Behind glass
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