Lost Space
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Lost Space
The room is bare only a chair
still warm from the woman who sat there
she won`t be coming back.
The room is stuffy needs airing there is
a sofa in the corner with a sleeping bag.
A faint aroma lingers.
Curtainless windows, grey dust on sills
the ceiling is yellow by cigarette smoke,
white squares where family pictures hung
I leave close the door, it creaks
the last fear-ridden dissent the room can
keep its sadness of broken dreams.
Bu şiiri puanla
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