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I'm lying on my bed tonight missing you, my eyes all swollen, hot tears running down my face.

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You are still the colour of my blood. You are my blood. When I look in the mirror it's not my own face I see. Your body is twice. Once you once me. Can I be sure which is which?

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How pretty these falsehoods sound upon your tongue. You are a born poet. Good day to you.

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Don’t turn me down. I’m wealthier and more prosperous than you can imagine…and more desperate than you suspect.

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'Are you killing me finally?' He grew drowsy, on fire, filled with love. 'Do it, yes.'

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Some memories never heal. Rather than fading with the passage of time, those memories become the only things that are left behind when all else is abraded. The world darkens, like electric bulbs going out one by one. I am aware that I am not a safe person.

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With you, being human does not feel like an act.

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Life, although it may be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me and I will defend it.

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At night I’d sing a song about the way life used to be. It would be such a sad song it would make the grownups nod and the children cry. But I’d sing it every night so that no one would ever confuse nostalgia with wanting to return.

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I’m not inclined to mercy or second chances. I’m not inclined to spend the next several years debating my right to run this place. I’m here, and this is how it is. If you come after me, know it’s a suicide run.

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I was wondering if you wanted to take one of our walks.

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She says that if she were a man, she would have committed a thousand follies for you.

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I drink to our ruined house, to the evil of my life, to our loneliness together. And I drink to you—to the lying lips that have betrayed us, to the dead-cold eyes, to the fact that the world is brutal and coarse.

To the fact that God did not save us.

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The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now.

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I was admiring the way you struck the match.

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She just reached in and put a string of lights around my heart.

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After you died I couldn’t hold a funeral, so these eyes that once beheld you became a shrine. These ears that once heard your voice became a shrine. These lungs that once inhaled your breath became a shrine.

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He stepped down, trying not to look long at her as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

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You held me gently, caressing me everywhere, the tenderest touches reserved for the places I was hurt, knowing each and every sore place—inside and out.

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I wonder what they would have talked about if they’d sat down together – all those versions of you – whether they would have recognized each other if they’d met in the street.