I saw you that day.
That glorious day i finally trashed that dirty towel collection of mine.
How sublime,
How perfectly timed.
Oh, how the foreign oppurtunities unfurled that seemed to plummet from a tainted sky.
Whats done is undone.
This life of dreams and adversity, its course has run.
Oh, how i love the oppurtunistic jackass that i have become.
The new prodigal son,
her living, smoking gun.
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