people should celebrate more
at dawn,
in park with a bottle of booze
as it’s still summer
people will undress in small rooms
not looking in mirror.
people will wash hands in cold water
until cracks won’t show.
people will stay inside
frying eggs and wants.
Burned souls.

is a yearn of the full bellies,
a step for the grandsons
To take.

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