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Lonely morning women… Frozen cold masks…
The scent of gift perfume lingers behind you in the elevator.
You come home tired of men’s random caresses.
Taxi!.. The apartment… The bed… And sleep amidst the street noise.
Sleepy morning women… Hastily combed their hair.
They left breakfast at home, where children and a man are sleeping.
You tap your feet behind the counter… And your eyes are still watering.
And all the way down the necks are traces of the rain that fell.
Quarrelsome morning women… With thick patchwork socks.
Your walking sticks measure your miserable old days
With them you defend the garbage from the dog that bites.
And you squeeze like a bundle your last earthly days.
Early morning women… Lovely little yawners…
With shoulder bags. You enter class diligently.
Take your time… Ah, there’s time, smiling Little Red Riding Hoods!
But that Wolf lurks opposite… And he is probably one of us.
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