empty front row

i know the shape of your shadow better than my own it falls across magazines bus stops and my morning coffee you exist in loud and i exist in quiet between us is a velvet rope made of time zones and strangers who got there first i am a lyric you will never sing wrong because you will never sing it i keep it folded in my mouth like a secret that hums your smile is printed in thousands mine is used once when your chorus starts and no one is watching melancholy takes my ticket every night stamps it invisible hands it back and says see you tomorrow at the show that happens only in my room

Kasia Koziorowska

Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska, born on September 21, 1990, in Olsztyn, with which she remains connected to this day, is passionate about literature and music.

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