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?

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