1207/1998
then there was the envelope
on the table unopened
peering with condemning eyes
locked behind rows of spoons
nicely arranged
the light is flickering
no one notices
slowly destroying the self
inch by inch until
nothing will remain
to polish all the spoons
surrounded by light
and can't for a moment
understand how tomorrow will come
without thoughts of paper folded
stuck shut with glue
and all the shining spoons...
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