BlueLion wrote:you do realize you are actually helping me achieve my goal by refusing to apprecaite me
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one more page to equal nd two more to break the RECORD

Well in that case, here is the elegy for the The Late Chelseaforever ;
This is what our dying looks like.
You believe in the blue. I believe
I can't love blue. Always be closing,
Said our favorite Mujahid before
She let the gun go off in his mouth.
She turned 29 the way any man turns
In his sleep, unaware of the earth
Moving beneath him, its plates in
Their places, a dated disagreement.
Let's fight it out, baby. They said
You have Only so long left—a man turning
In his sleep—so she took a picture.
Mental photo framed
I won't look at it, of course. It's
His bad side, his Mr. Hyde, the hole
In a husband's head, the O
Of his wife's mouth. Every night,
And there's nothing to do but see
The sun go down into the ground
That cradles us as any coffin can.
