Finally, to Bed

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When the drama of buying things
no longer suffices
and the hope of love-laced sex
cannot even be dredged--

what then?

As the saying goes,
maybe this is as good as it gets;
so let's put fairy tales
and the effort of endless projection
to bed

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Pink Sunset

The sky is aflame
my heart is sinking
the sun is sunk.

My heart is on fire
I am a liar
the sun goes thunk.

Thunk. Thunk. I over
think everything and
feel nothing but nothing.

Which is something
that hurts, so how
can it be nothing?

How can it be nothing
if it hurts so much?

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