I don't know what to write
…as if all along I’ve been talking
to myself in an empty room and
just noticed.
On the other hand it’s nice to go
back to the box of old photos and
remember what you used to be,
so, there is something after all…
…maybe not much
just the meaning of life
you absentmindedly
stuck in your back
pocket and sat down on.
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