like
rain-
drops
fall-
ing
hun
honestly
kid thinks
while pocketing
cigarettes
don't leave this time;
space isn't the end,
it's more like
going in search of nothing
you can ever reach
[the thing ain't even
there anymore, like
the whole universe could
be long dead and we'd be
dead before anybody had
the nerve or years to figure
it out] jus' sayin'
you don't have to believe
either do I, necessarily
we're--
just shootin' the shit,
she goes, I know
and kisses him,
one quickly on the
red cheek,
I wrote about
them long ago,
this is a continued
story,
they were standing outside
that gray diner for too many
years, neglected,
they saw the stars go--
Oh!--
I'm leaving them again
in snippets, in just
enough to be vague,
immortal
match snaps,
light!
let it--
she backs away
he goes,
don't l--
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