5 minutes

November 17, 2019

if five minutes where dem

last five minutes of my life

if i died

in five minutes

i would

kiss my kid

hold on to my wife i'd

call my mom

forever

i wouldn't write a bit

i wouldn't eat a bit

i'd have lots of booze though

i'd trip

i'd get scared

who would not?

placeless

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