Black Death, come not yet. Look you like Helen? I won’t come. Look not upon me with thy foul eyes that will kill as soon as they will look. Look away from, or look at, Black Death the dreams I haven’t lived, the people I haven’t met. They want to be lived, they want to…
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Day and Night
It is daytime. I read Why Mars and Venus Collide, take a puff at my cigarette, lunch at fancy restaurants with my best mates. Laugh hysterically at silly jokes, light my smoke again. Blare up the music, so that it fills the silence in my head that haunts me, because it makes me think. Soon…