Outside the window it is still dark
I am sitting on the bed and see the river with absent eyes
That ever-calm river is now flowing in a rage
The pouring rain and the raging flow are only the thing moving in this world
Why am I here alone
in this everything white square room
Where is my baby
She was certainly in my body until a while ago
She's gone alone in a sudden, in a really sudden
And I am sitting here in the white room alone
just fondling the flattened belly,
in which my now-vacant womb crying in despair
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