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The one with a heavy heart ////
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And so I wait on the windowsill, and with my right hand’s forefinger I’m twisting my black hair strand. I’m waiting for misery, so that he could come back from work. I want to leap into his arms, kiss his cheek and ask how the day was. He quickly grins and tells me his business deeds: “Today I killed one woman – all her family is going to cry with the guarantee of two weeks of grief. The rest were just small fishes – lost keys, knocked out windows, boyfriend becoming an ex-boyfriend, bad grades… Here I worked with resentment, of course.” I listen with my eyes closed and smile. What a harmony, the misery is.
And how could you not love me, the worst?
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And so I wait on the windowsill, and with my right hand’s forefinger I’m twisting my black hair strand. I’m waiting for misery, so that he could come back from work. I want to leap into his arms, kiss his cheek and ask how the day was. He quickly grins and tells me his business deeds: “Today I killed one woman – all her family is going to cry with the guarantee of two weeks of grief. The rest were just small fishes – lost keys, knocked out windows, boyfriend becoming an ex-boyfriend, bad grades… Here I worked with resentment, of course.” I listen with my eyes closed and smile. What a harmony, the misery is.
And how could you not love me, the worst?
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