I tell me we will die.
I tell you nothing without a smile anymore,
But I know u know it better,
I will miss my city.
My rundown bus route n coming home to a jumping puppy.
I like to think she will lie down for days with her head down between her paws when I am gone...But i sincerely hope she forgets me entirely...
when i am gone' is something i will never get tired of imagining
They will shift to a new place
N i won’t be there to convince mum what a good idea it is to put this up on the wall facing the front door.
Dada.stop analyzing now..
Need to download the pdf of norman lewis. Need to keep the phone off the hook when memories call on a drowsy afternoon.
Maktub
We meet soon.
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