THE DAY BEFORE
It's the day before war breaks out, the day before the
end of a world. I am sensing things everywhere I go -
the trainman selling tickets won't let me buy round-trip.
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The milk that was in that carton came without an
expiration date : 'drink quickly this, whenever you
can' - that was all it read, and it almost sounded poetic.
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I thought to myself how I'd rather not have lived at all
if this was then end of the trivial pursuit I've struggled with.
No use, no use at all. Let the torpid church bells ring, let them.
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My razor held no blade, and there was none to be found.
'Doesn't matter now, my friend,' was the only sound.
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