turn on the light !
the film is over
botlles are thrown into the Ocean
nobody knows when we'll reach
the end of the tunnel
we are beggars
starving wanting lusting for open space
tip tip toe toe your lipstick traces
on the bathroom mirror
no hair on this bald skin
memory of a lovely night
a peacock yelling its dawn cry
the camera is on
turn off the light !
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