She: Let’s have a moment He: You mean like now? She: Yes, now! He: Erm, OK then. Pause She: Do you miss me when you are not with me? He: What kind of a question! You know the answer. She: No, I don’t He: yeahhh, well. I do! She: good. He: what is this for?…
Tonight he woos melancholia In all its finery. There are lines of worry, There is a silent fury That rages on inside And gnaws at his head. The whiskey is half-done, The cigarette stubs are golden brown. Anger and angst are knocking close, His body and soul scream: helpless. Tonight she courts memories And looks…
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