Where are my eyes?
Where is my lip?
Why is here a place
cold darkness here?
There are children playing
in a mirror.
laughter does not leave under the
labyrinth
Red blood gets my body wet.
And who is killing me?
Where is my hair?
Where is my foot?
Why is here a place cold darkness here?
want to feel warmth of
skin gets wet as having got wet
and rain.
And who is killing me?
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