you have no mind of your own
but you make me ponder for quite
a long time,
those times when sleep is nil
those times when the body wriggles
for lack of reason,
you have no hands but you keep on
slapping me so i cannot feel the
comfort of my silence,
Melancholia, uninvited, why do you
own me?
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