In a dark room you dishonored…

In a dark room you dishonored,
Street light you betrayed.
You are walking, beautiful woman,
You are drunk.

Plume creeps over you and shakes,
like a snake, dying in the dust…
Do you see, life in it is still warm?

(April (?) 1907)

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