party in my bedroom

junia

all the glitter on my window

will be gone by dawn

will have dried like all

the drops on paper that

I filled with lies tonight

every other minute

the disco ball goes round

white lights wrap around me

make my guests appear -

silhouettes in grey

I`m not a good host tonight

I didn’t even bring refreshments

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