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listening to leonard cohen
isn't enough as i tumble down this rabbit hole the world's destruction is the opposite of the world's fair there is no rose in my teeth there is no one to stand in my way i watch the world fall a house of cards so creased someone found them in a moldy attic and wondered why someone saved them at all we all die listening to old records in a kitchen with a stained formica table the marks of a pairing knife tell tale hieroglyphics someone cut apples here that you never ate this is the apocalypse and your fingers smell like mildew from trying to find hope in the attic you light free gas station matches just for something to do while your own light is dying the only one left beside you is your dog who licks low sodium spam out of a can you were too depressed to walk him amongst the dead bodies that line the street you wonder why you gave up smoking drinking all those people you loved still left you alone this virus has forgotten to kill you you read old journals written in diners when you believed in a future while playing with a filthy salt shaker the shake of your head is a eulogy to stupidity
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