not mine
and fortunately not Mona
you see her - you suffocate
like you caught pneumonia
In the morning
drunk
so poetically
so clear
call me, dear
lets go for a walk
i like it here
do you hear the birds singing?
open your head
give me some glance of forbidden garsons
that are in their songs dead
as we all are
Liza,
don't try to wipe away
your only
ugly scar.