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My last night at the Moulin Rouge Was spent coated in heartbreak, Regret, and tears Which would have overflown the Seine. I can never return… The dead have no need For cabarets, alcohol, And the world’s amount of exotic women. But most of all, The dead do not pine for Lost chances And a fate written in error. The dead do not have to forgive And make amends. The lights will go out…the conflict… Resolved. My last night in the Moulin Rouge Was spend covered in absinthe, And the other poisons I needed To remain alive… If even temporarily.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Moulin Rouge.
My last night at the Moulin Rouge Was spent coated in heartbreak, Regret, and tears Which would have overflown the Seine. I can never return… The dead have no need For cabarets, alcohol, And the world’s amount of exotic women. But most of all, The dead do not pine for Lost chances And a fate written in error. The dead do not have to forgive And make amends. The lights will go out…the conflict… Resolved. My last night in the Moulin Rouge Was spend covered in absinthe, And the other poisons I needed To remain alive… If even temporarily.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
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