Whoever
you were
on earth,
unspoken,
leaving you
behind like
the taste of wine
couldn’t ask
for any happiness?
Will wrap
in the middle
of those
rare memories,
mixing up
gluten free
bread and
how fresh meat
loved salt
while
expecting
anything
else but as
many things
as none.
Now and
forever delayed
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