By scott
Date: 12 June 1999

reflections of a loss, slightly irrate, iteration #2

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the tears were streaming down her face when i told her
it was far to late to say goodbye like ordinary people
what we had to do was something like in the movies
so we had the best break-up sex ever
there was passion, and the flame seemed renewed
then, just like i came, i went, and left her
closed the door behind, left her busfare
and went back to my aprtment
where i quickly curled up upon my couch
and lay myself down to rest there
i popped open a bucket of pills, and grabbed some pure, natural spring water
and gulped 'em down like Quaaludes
the room began to spin and the couch sank beneath the floor
and now i don't remember anymore