At times I wonder
Who will tell you the news of my death?
That moment when you hear of my death, from someone
I wish I could see your beautiful face
Shrugging your shoulders, carefree
Waving your hands —
It’s no matter
“Wow! He died! How sad!”
I wish I could see it
I ask myself
Who would believe
That your love burned to ashes
The jungle of my soul
— Mar 02, 2022 07:51AM
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