a full house emptied

the following would make for bad bathroom engravings and good tombstone epitaphs. the cemetery is a shithole with few visitors and worse company.

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advice:

add vice

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it is not my fault

that you are without it

though i still quake

when you look to the earth

and expect there to be more

underneath

that is where everyone is

you tell me

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make excuses

not to

make excuses

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i write lines

that connect me

to you

though i suppose

they also separate

by meaning and interpretation

though i did not mean

for you to interpret that disconnect

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tomorrow

asks for no more

than to present itself

to the unknown

entirely

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the book of the dead

doesn’t read very well

to the living

and even worse

to those who wrote it

now long since gone

to the history of the illiterate