Rot in pieces…

And death remains within my brains

And sticks as it were glue

A breath retains a piece of fate

I’m breathing in the fumes

Of cigarettes and traffic waste

Disgraced I have my blues

I won’t forget my rotting mates

Who’ve gone away too soon…

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