As Death Awaits

​ I know how the title sounds, like death is a bus that passes by and we are at the bus stop waiting for it, like the yellow ones coming to pick school children in the morning Sadly, this bus…

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I’ll smell a  strange perfume Listen to a song Watch a movie run in a nature trail , Flirt with a friend Just to distrust my thoughts because they’re glued. glued to a heart i  cant access Take my book…

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