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By chris Date: 2009 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2009.08.29.02.03.2740]] |
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You loved her like your life depended on it, got gladly trapped, happily blocked all the ways out, gave it all again and again, fucked up more times than you could count. But it ended not with a bang or a shock to the senses, not in any way you always thought it would. Instead it evaporated like the memory of a playa in the desert now just alkali and ancient dust. Not what was done but what was left undone. This is what you will think about before one day putting it on that top shelf you can barely reach along with the jigsaw puzzles you could never quite finish. |