Living with the Deadman

Glasses, black rimmed thick glass.
Green, shades for all the clothes we wore.
Golightly, last name from my all time favourite that you discovered.
God Bless You, prayer I’ve been repeating until it sores my heart.
Gaps, is what I had now. Beyond anything I could ever imagine since the last time I took a deep breath.

Goodnight.
I don’t wanna live with the Deadman.

Move on. The world is still revolving.

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