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Poem Number 341
I wish I would die tonight, just fade away
and come to life at another place, on a different day


Commentary:
or decompose, be completely free of sentience: just elemental
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would you go back and change the course, with what you know now?
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yes :) but i would still very much want to meet you.
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then we should get more acquainted.
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[you have my coordinates. feel free to connect :)]
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ah, from dis-integration to flirtation!
my guess is that your coordinates are somewhere on the axis of abject despair and transcendent ectasy -
what your looking for won't come to you, you have to be willing to take it ;)
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don't you ever feel sad? no, i don't have mood swings :)

what was and is shall ever remain then, unattainable.
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life happens on the grid - so, is it your preference to read the map, rather than take the trip?
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sorry, i guess you are not the person i thought i was conversing with. my apologies.
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*sigh*
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why do *you* sigh? i am the one sighing for lack of my friend.
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i sigh for what is unattainable, and because i lack for new friends, i sigh that you seem so complete - a toast then, to the unattainable.
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meet me at transcendent ecstasy
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okay...how 'bout a beer?
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what was and is shall ever remain then, unattainable.
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