<center>**lover in hell**</center>

<center>i lost my plectrum in a taxi,
gave my poetry a read.
i’m out of cigarettes,
but i am full of greed.

<center>the taxi driver plays guitar;
he sings along to tunes.
he thinks the night belongs to him,
but truly, it’s the moon’s.

<center>the carnival is over,
and the town is quiet; dead.
i wonder just how many words
reside inside my head.

<center>oh, the piano is so tempting,
but i cannot play it well.
i may be closer to heaven,
but my lover is in hell.

<center>*©LukaKorba*</center>

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<center>*With love,‭
Luka.*</center>