poetry

WOMEN

She saidI don’t know if I’m dead or aliveplease let me know when you bury meI don’t feel the excitement or any sensationscut my skin with a knife, that can feel bothI don’t know what to choose and what to regretplease act like me in front of otherslaughing and crying is the only thing I knowI can laugh easily over a minimalistic jokeand cry if a baby criesI don’t know a word or a sentence…

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