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The new dynamic. Whatever it was, it's not any more. Not fun. No desire. No stolen moments or kisses. No cat. No mouse. She wanted to cry a tiny tear. Sort of. Kinda. Relief. Reluctant. Life is short and then you’re dead. Some crack-head gang bangers break in and take your money then your life. You’re sent into the great unknown. The end is the beginning and vice versa. Cliche. No more. Distance. Ah life. I love you. Where shall we go next? Her love was a burning fire. What have I become? Johnny Cash sang of life. Pain. Bitterness. Disappointment in the end. But there is joy also, humor, wit. Wonder .Woe. Whimsy. What will she cling to? What will be her legacy? Can she control how she is remembered? She killed another pot of coffee. |
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