tonight is my feet covered in golden flower petals

so quiet and snow and alone and dark but for the streetlights making it all shine

i could cry for all the beauty i'll never see

or rejoice that i've been blessed enough to see anything at all

i don't have a single friend tonight

it doesn't matter, though

it's hard work and rougher the rest of the time

coming down with something

into a bad state

standing bare, cursed and blind

so please close your eyes

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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