The broken jukebox,
stationed between
distraction and philosophy,
plays that dreadful song
one more time:
we all die,
all of us alone.
A silver lining promptly
punctures the airwaves;
laughter and dance
possess the strong.
We die alone, yes,
but we're dying together.
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Author:
rrivera138 (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2018 20:41
- Category: Love
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