Listening to the thin squeak
of my radio turned low
playing non-stop jazz
all day and night, but not
to disturb the neighbours …
I fill my dark with
other people’s dreams.
I read, too – stories that all
end happily, they are all alike.
Afterwards, I forget them.
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