There are no chairs at my table. I stand and look out the window, afraid that I won't be late for your call. There are no pillows in my bed. Falling into a deep dream, I lie face down and listen out of the window, feared that I won't be late for your call. There are no color clothes in my closet. Because I'm worried that the light in my clothes will disrupt your light when I run out of your call. Today again, I go home after a hard day with my whole body in black.
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