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one|day|we|will|die
from the aeroplane over the sea.But for now we
are young.Let us lay in the sun.And count every
beautiful thing we can see.Love to be.In the
arms of all I'm keeping here with me.
to grandpa 06102009
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tales||from||the||crypt
The first time that I met her I was convinced I had finally found the one. She was convinced I was under the influence of all those drunken romantics – I was reading Fante at the time – I had bukowski on the mind. She got a job at Jacob’s serving cocktails to the local drunks. Against her will. I fit the bill: I perched down at the end of the bar, She Said, “Space is not just a place for stars – I gave you an inch, you want a house with a yard.” And I know she loved me once, but those days are gone. She used to call me everyday from a pay phone on her break for lunch – just to say she can’t wait to come home.
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