Did you want my body?
Did my soul interfere with you?
Hands rushed into battle boldly,
I'm dead tired all of a sudden!
The light is dimmed, it became hard for me.
The door closed behind her.
To myself: "I'm so tired!"
"Fool, or what?" - Behind the back.
"What else does she want in life?"
But really what? What?
Maybe my consolation
For the soul to make a bed?
Did you want my body?
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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