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Dec 2020
Time has a bitter taste
Once lost in one
Too many days
So much memory is erased
One hour asleep and a minute ablaze
Laying drunk in knowlege lost
Making diaries out of ash
For the thoughts that our dreams exhaust
Living forever in a flash
Instantly remembering
Today's last night
Greeting and numbering
Each second
Until the light
"À celui dont les heures sont comptées on s'adresse avec éthique et tact"
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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