sometimes I think i'm lonely
dying darkness swan,
but lying on the floor, lost in thought,
without why and then.
flat is dirty all the time,
no energy to clean up, ideas, dream,
just more than enough grime,
and a look at the ceiling.
lying on the floor,
i think, i can't do anymore.
thoughts on the floor
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