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I feel like I am decaying. Like carbon dating. “Is this Love; Is this Love; is this Love?” …OR… “Is this Love, Is this Love, Is this Love”, Is this…? Someone will be dying in the other room, But not like I am; I have been Living life on the fringes And I prefer being The ***** bohemian; Loving life more than I have taken for granted. Wanting more excitement [We were exciting.] Instead of giving death a smile, I’ll give it what it deserves: A good right hook. ©2025EllenFinn
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Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
Is This...?
I feel like I am decaying. Like carbon dating. “Is this Love; Is this Love; is this Love?” …OR… “Is this Love, Is this Love, Is this Love”, Is this…? Someone will be dying in the other room, But not like I am; I have been Living life on the fringes And I prefer being The ***** bohemian; Loving life more than I have taken for granted. Wanting more excitement [We were exciting.] Instead of giving death a smile, I’ll give it what it deserves: A good right hook. ©2025EllenFinn
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Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
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