bad friday

We ate this time.


all the way back.

.on a forgotten pace

we’re so alive, and then, we die,

no more cffatoni


why then.

why then..

can’t we deal with that

Oh and you would have come, though exhaustion was the main topic

through how many will that range

forced in despair,

Remember the place.

all happens at night

all tears hidden in the daylight

shiny face from yesterday,



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