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would I want to if I could Jesus think of the heart ache the life lived I guess that's why I read it in the end I just would rather read it than have to live it better to have loved and lost but after sands melt away and those embers smolder so too (if only in a way to steel away what turned out to be tarnished silver) though all you end up longing for is peace with it and say when that I cant only do what can be done. It is done regardless so now they say a survival tripped hard wired faulty from their somewhere a circuit breaker too blown the fuses all failed not even civil engineering… isn't that nice or good as they say in ‘the good life’ or so I’m told never had much time for dime store sci fi but good I’ll take the short and high notes wishing it played out like a jazz piano in the streets slow moonlight swirls like mercury in the puddles on the ground your one black boot splashes into me