Jan 19
I miss you in the morning
Wonder what might have been
55 and falling
Barely even a friend
Reclining on my sofa
Drifting towards the end
My final breath
And then?
Wonder what might have been
55 and falling
Barely even a friend
Reclining on my sofa
Drifting towards the end
My final breath
And then?
(55/M/Elsewhere)
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