The bright faces of people surprise me.

that woman sits on a chair facing the wall

Though hunger beats her stomach she doesn’t move

Her forehead touches the surface of the wall slowly banging as her lips babble some short sentences

Die! Die! Die!

Her room is a cage built with the specifications she wanted.


surprises are dull.



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