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The Elephant Room


Forget that the end of the world is tomorrow.
Not letting go of what was.
Hold on to the hurt and remember you lived.
And your heart is not broken but breaking still.

Time hasn’t stopped just yet.
We know it is coming but the trumpet sounds too sweet to think of the rest
It only re-ignites past fires that refuse to die.

The wine is good
Sip by sip.
Good company on this last night’s voyage.
Hungry for more before inevitable damnation.

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