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It’s 15 minutes before I die. I’ve been here before? Déjà vu? Routine? Hobby? Uneasily, I am waiting for my groom. Loneliness has walked me down the aisle which is my kitchen, a job well done. And yes, I have been waiting all day in my bathrobe sipping wine; the one called washing dishes -miserably preparing the witnesses. How I want to be remembered? How I want to be forgotten? They’re all the same to me. -Men. Always running late. I’ll wait a little longer, as I’ve always.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
This too is pain
It’s 15 minutes before I die. I’ve been here before? Déjà vu? Routine? Hobby? Uneasily, I am waiting for my groom. Loneliness has walked me down the aisle which is my kitchen, a job well done. And yes, I have been waiting all day in my bathrobe sipping wine; the one called washing dishes -miserably preparing the witnesses. How I want to be remembered? How I want to be forgotten? They’re all the same to me. -Men. Always running late. I’ll wait a little longer, as I’ve always.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
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