KILIMANJARO
A trickle of fear runs down the oasis.
I wouldn't know what to do anyway,
and the headliner is still up on stage -
singing songs about modern love and
Kilimanjaro too. People are clapping
and girls yet dance in the aisle. Up
overhead some weird balloon gets
to bouncing around.
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My best friend gets in my face about
being depressed. It's a lovelorn feast
in a fashion unknown, for me. I want
to be absolved. I want to feel the warm.
I want to live forever, but I only can
live by ideals, and they are so quickly
slipping away from my heart.
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