THE EXILE DIARIES

4th of December

Lamb, frosty lamb
short poem
take me by the hand;
dawn has its thorn
and its stool.
Let us believe
until evening comes.
Moon, take off your shoes
I can’t sleep on my back
if I’ll turn to my side I’ll hurt.
The door is open
I can’t leave.

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