At night I kissed you in the palm of your hands, and left.
in the next room I sat down and felt the end coming.
and woke up without surprise.
life is a handful of ashes in my hand, it is.
still remember the nagging and kisses with love. Meals and a thousand games
embodied in the heart.
I will not go away.
life is a handful of ashes in my hand, it is.
learned to not assume anything else. October
not be the same, but your room revives me.
goodbye and hello, how are you ...
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