For we die every day; oblivion thrives
Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives,
And our best yesterdays are now foul piles
Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
she was lonely and she killed herself. she didnt see the slender man, they said. she was just a lonely child.
and after that, our marriage fell apart. i started drinking and olga...olga cheated on me.
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