Rajzel Zychlinsky
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On the top floor
I opened a door.
Are you there,
Are you home
My girlfriend?
She is here.
She’s just lying on the bed.
Her socks lie in the shoes
She reads a book.
The oil lamp shines brightly
On the stool
“I’m tired,”
I say quietly by the door
“Here, come on over,
you should sleep with me”
She stretches out a bare hand
And I sleep one
With my cool cheek
On her shoulder.
I dream-
On the top floor I left the door open!
Are you there,
Are you home
My girlfriend?
She is here.
She just lies on the bed.
Her socks lie in the shoes
She reads a book
The oil lamp shines brightly
On the stool
“I’m tired,”
I say quietly by the door
“Here, come on over,
you should sleep with me”
She stretches out a bare hand
And I sleep one
With my cool cheek
On her shoulder
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