She lights another cigarette
Alone in an empty room.
What does she have to celebrate?
The birthday of the moon.
She writes "I have to kill myself.
There is no need to stay"
"I hate your creeping common sense,"
Your conscience ought to say.
Good Christ
© Copyright: Владимир Кутузов-Урганчи, 2015
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