To PRC
The birds are singing, I'm making
my morning coffee, it's 06:52
and I'm thinking of you, I'm
thinking of you, my girl, here
in my solitude. How I wish I
would be dead and you... no silly
scene of you standing on my grave,
just you happy and safe, forever,
as human lives go, and me
gone to my 'reward'.
05.06.2024
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