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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

People are people

My monologue I know
It's How Why When.
Aged on the last night between wings
Everyone was there.
So I get one hundred
And it's all extremely bad
Way back when.

Kill him. Kill!
We finished at one-thirty.
Didn't even know I did that.
It was hard.

Shh... Don't ruin it. I'll be so excited.
It's coming up soon too.

Listen, we'll be there. Relax. They are all dead.
Fallen. Time to go.

All the voices united as one
In prose, in words immortal
I see it coming from all sides!
It's here, the world and everything breathes out.

Oh it's just you, my mirror.

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