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May 2014
I'm sitting here
@ Where nothing can be done
I'm just sitting here
        Waiting for death
      to come.

Whatever it's shape I'll recognise
My faltering eyes
In that invisible mirror
That trades our goodbyes.

So I say 'goodbye'
Just in case I die
Before I see you
It's a bit morbid
But afterlife ?
Who knows ?
     And I'll be glad
When this verse is closed.

I've had so little to say
                       and such a long time to express it in
I ended up not saying anything.
Cliffy Buglione
Written by
Cliffy Buglione  north london
(north london)   
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