When I will be dead, I will be dead.
I won't love anyone, I won't wait for
anyone in whatever things I will
leave behind me. I won't be writing
poems, in silence or otherwise,
nor will I listen to anyone living.
I will not exist anymore. Death
has erased me. No sentimental
feelings will carry my consciousness
beyond the moment my heart
has stopped beating and oxygen
no longer flows into my brain.
Nothing of me will survive
beyond the expiration date
people will put after
my name.
04.03.2023
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