lighthouses, baked bread.
I open my eyes.
nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo.
grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool.
Things change their colour,
and die, The ever-increasing noise, the floor seemed like a coffin. The door, the bed, a little red rocking-chair, the muse, bundled in the corner. Latest Death Poems Top Depression Poems Short Despair Poems
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