Jun 28, 2020, 8:03 AM

Confessio truci 

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I'll disappear just like a
memory never wanted,
long forgotten,
not remembered
even once.
I'll disappear in seconds gone
As you take you'r breath to live
As you get out of bed thinking
About your favorite smell -
morning coffee in your bed
and first cigarette.

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