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Gruff voice: that's when the world will end...
Donnie: Why?

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I'm doin alryt now, she says.
In thoughts deep down inside,
where she don't need to hide;
Tiny sparks collide, breaking the divide.

Behind and within, these walls become thin;
Whither into dust,
all that's left is trust, and love and hope.
All that we have, is us.

spilut

and it all comes to 'nut'.
late night dates.

horizontal union

So i swing my feet out of bed, squinting, everything is a fuzzy blur.
Scratching a throbbing head, a bit of sun peaking through the blinds,
my back away from her.
The series and sequence of events from last night, all register a blank.
I'm in a strange room, in a stranger's bed, half-empty bottles and used cigarette butts.
A stash of funny and the happy, empty cellophane packets.
Where the fuck are we? And she is...

ginormity.

Lucy got out of bed,
change is good, she said;
Tossing about, pictures form in her head,
words follow shortly after,
and the tears flow freely.
All I ever wanted was the feel of your soft touch,
I never asked for much, she said.
(I gave you what i could.)
You didn't care at all she said...

ball of yarn

we'll have to make new love she said and he said.
And coming undone has become a regular occurrance,
not unlike the revelation of our innermost darkest truths,
the ones that should remain hid;
amidst the most regular of letdowns,
the sting reality brings to the picture
is evidence enough that this is no dream,
and the only option is to keep on going.

stop rewind play. delete.

The mind goes blank once more,
I have endured another year.
A pocketful of memories and one way streets
have confirmed my greatest fear.
My walking shoes are worn and old,
and so is this shell.
Days and weeks, precious, I've sold,
and struggled thru this hell.
Yet to pay my dues and settle down, aging, graced, and well,
I think i'll just be old, and somehow remain unwell.