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And infatuated disillusionment with our empty selves, making our way And we sat on the stairs gushing discontent, aches, comfort Spelled the end of what I thought was the best day of my life Back around the lake to that goddamn bus stop that
Fatally, failure, a sobering stirring ofthe ancient fear ofsolitude for when And, ultimately, unavoidably, inevitably, inescapably, inexorably, predictably, Past and you are left with only your hostess, could you feel any way other than alone? The guests leave and the great murmur fades and the drunkenness drifts into the
But when all is said and done, I’ll never fade away; no, I’ll never fade away I couldn’t bear it, not in this life, nor the next, nor any other, certainly not. But now that you mention it, there is an outstanding outlier, as
The last words I ever did say to her were...
Lilac-Breasted Roller Taking Flight by Alex LeBlang
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