Photo by João Ferrão on Unsplash

A woman on the side
On her knees,
looking at her reflection and vomiting
With vomiting she gets dirtier

Crumbs of a song,
Footsteps away
As the night strangles the lonely,
It’s just a thin hair on the ground

Thin and abandoned
Extremely broken
It is on the ground, alone,
Lies like alive

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