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After death what is left?After death what is left? Just a faded picture, a time spent with someone you used to love Just a memory, a story someone recites to their children Just a memorized fact in a history book, a name everyone knows but doesn't remember Just a corpse, the decayed features that were once your body Just an urn full of ashes, since you were oh so committed to that Bible verse Just all the earthly articles you've accumulated, a memento of your greed Just a nine-digit number, a number they will never use again Just a bunch of files, all of your records of your petty achievements Just a letter, a litAfter death what is left?
by ~life-is-no-storybook
"He bleds account numbers.." I wake up alone. The smell of his cologne lingers in the airs. He has left me alone. Again. I used to wake up to a light kiss on the forehead, sometimes cheek. "Good morning, sweetheart," he'd whisper softly in my ear; lips close enough that I could feel his breath. Half asleep I'd mutter affections and give him a dreamy smile. I'd try to get up and make breakfast, and he'd laugh, "No need darling, this morning it's my turn to make breakfast." He'd led me to the kitchen, and I laughed as I watched him"He bleds account numbers.."
by ~life-is-no-storybook
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