Do you feel the wind blowing in
thoughts squeezing poems and poems smashing thoughts
on walls, amazing walls...
come in
this is my room
bring the wine
taste it wildly
dive in like no other
swing roof and floor
pretend is nothing to blame
there's no one to hate
who needs to sleep when
life isn't a shame
this is my kingdom
this is me
the only place that when I whisper,
you,
My Queen,
come in.
P.R. (2018)
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