Just playing around with something not sure what i want to do with it.
The world is ending love
You casually interject
Smoke curls wistfully
Around your portable cancer
Smell of absinthe on your breath
I take up the talismans
Joining the ritual
Our fatalistic intakes
Softens the blow
As reality falls around us
Sirens blare in the background
Horns permeate the air
Their symphony...
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Maybe you shoulda stayed yer happy ass at work like the rest of poor working stiffs! It would keep you busy!!