Questions?
What does one write, when one loses all her words?
How does one feel, when all feelings died slowly over a low fire?
Where does one go, when home has become a shell on her back?
Who does one love, when love has only sucked all generousity and kindness?
When does one rest, when sleep has died in the night?
How does one feel, when all feelings died slowly over a low fire?
Where does one go, when home has become a shell on her back?
Who does one love, when love has only sucked all generousity and kindness?
When does one rest, when sleep has died in the night?
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