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the hour is so very surely at hand our cowardly LOVE! (so loveless!) now death (who knew always who would really win) walks boldly up to your mother and takes her hand you watch impassively and wander to the alley and lie down in the filth and excrement and try to weep (but you cant) the hour surely has no minutes the minutes have no seconds breath has no life and naked bodies no allure you are only totally poor only totally a slave the hour splits and reveals skeletons with no substance we are mere specimens of man we are cowardly lovers merely loveless
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 3:13 PM UTC
the hour
the hour is so very surely at hand our cowardly LOVE! (so loveless!) now death (who knew always who would really win) walks boldly up to your mother and takes her hand you watch impassively and wander to the alley and lie down in the filth and excrement and try to weep (but you cant) the hour surely has no minutes the minutes have no seconds breath has no life and naked bodies no allure you are only totally poor only totally a slave the hour splits and reveals skeletons with no substance we are mere specimens of man we are cowardly lovers merely loveless
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 3:13 PM UTC
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