not remember to whom I wrote last
much going on again tomorrow
Monday
really want to tell me bzyknąć?
incurable disease for which I can not die
Cause I forget.the sun die
weak smile slowly smell of poppies late
I think it's unfortunate that we were so good
tell if you die first
whether
wait for me on a piece of sidewalk where
the last time we were friends
and if I die before they catch up with each other
whether I could still try to call every Sunday, it will not be
Intercity
banal as yellow balconies
I think of yesterday dying
Z.
