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Daily Suicide (After The Albanian Of Bardhyl Londo)

Rating: 5.0

We kill ourselves every day
At grubby tables in the café
At the polluted racks of newspapers
In corrupt circles and sordid intrigues
We slowly kill ourselves
And of course we don't realise it.
Eventually the moment comes:
to take out the revolver -
but you can't pull the trigger
because you are already

a long time dead,
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***** ********* 07 April 2006

I like the twisted mind in this one Anthony! lol Sorry! I know I should not laugh at death, but it is a habit and you know how are they are to break? 10 from dying for a laugh! Tai

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