I’m trying to get you out of my fingers
on paper
Confused question marks
stumble on ellipses
letters shrug their shoulders, they don’t know a thing
except that
I want to fall asleep on your collarbone
scatter myself on you like
supernova
You know that dying is only worth it when we leave a trace
Because in the end
surely
nothing is left
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If you're too tired to go out tonight, just think how you'll feel at seventy two!

2 Comments

  1. Вера Перишић Reply

    Danas bez pisanog traga nista,reci se gube u vremenu a cesto i ne saslusaju .

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