in this small place,
i'm surrounded by
beautiful shoes.
no one can find me
and I miss row row.
these shoes are so beautiful.
sometimes when i put on
the right ones
at the right time,
i can see his face
in a daydream.
he says to me,
hold on,
wait for him.
and i wait.
but i'm starving,
i am nothing but
blood and bones.
and i am alone in this
crowded room.
yet no one even suffices.
the shoes are worth more than
my empty company.
and for that,
i am bitter.
i am alone.
where is my mother?
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