I’ll explain to you that it is
As if the Sahara dust
Reached my throat
In a Pandora's box.
My neck got narrowed
Because of so many fears
I am an ancient amphora
Empty of everything,
Full of nothing.
In my inner landscape
I live a destabilized life.
Inside from inside of inside
Like in a matryoshka
It comes to me disguised
The despair.
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