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ConfluenceThe place where the oceans meet the shore / our lips met, / yours dilapidated, ancient;
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DiseaseWe forgot to make love last night, / yet again like many other nights / we remained distant islands separated by
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At the end of creation (or at its begining)You are my conjecture when the universe ends. / I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopia / looking through your eyes.
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Telephone doomsdayI knew I was dying when you called. / I knew I had barely weeks left / when you said you wanted to meet.
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Compulsive decadenceAnd some slept, / And some dreamt, / And some made their way into the world
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Rear view mirrorThat familiar feeling of depression, / led me on, / drooling
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MovingI have decided now / I will stay alone / in a one bed room apartment
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UnnamedWhy don't I meet those students? / I can be a teacher / I am a teacher
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Like Air, they livedWe were still so young / Oh boy, we were young / God **** we are still young
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Writers, by birthWe were born writers, / insane already when our mothers were aching / to sent us out in the world
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