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The Place

I knew me a place once Where love had no value, Compassion neither. Intolerable sterility Pervaded all, Spending languid days of order. Noticing nothing Except a slender something Barely remembered. And portents of the stars, Blamed For our transgressions. How foolish. How fearful. Conduct must be faced head on Not syrup laced and then be gone. The transience of pleasure Is nothing to the permanence of joy. The heart cannot have both as mistress Unless bound together by love. Look, Look at the harm done with good intentions. Lose love and the world falls apart Yet continues to spin. How easily forgotten you are.

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Epic Formulaic

- Epic 1 - New story, Same beginning. I know how this ends. Our hero, Melancholic, Deep on morals; How tragic he looks. He has no friends. Always on the move Definition of a loner. Short on words. Long on looks. Conversation through the eyes. But there’s a flaw. What does he hide? We try to guess. The love interest Sees him in a bar Reading a book. “Haven’t seen you here before” He shrugs. “Staying long?” He looks her up and down Without a care. Sees the wedding band. “Oh this. We are finished” she frowns. “Sure" his voice impassive. “I am not hitting on you.” “Never said you were.” His eyes more defensive. “ Do you smoke?” She nods. “Let's go outside. It is quieter. Cigarettes are so expensive Don’t you think? We can talk.”   - Epic 2 - “So what’s your story?” A traditional opening. “Do you want it ab initio?” “Abbey what?” “From the beginning, it's Latin.” “Let’s start there” “It would take too long.” “What’s your name, More importantly what is your game?" “My name is Gabriel.” “Like the angel?” “Yes” She smoked her cigarette To the quick. “I am no angel but things happen around me. I can't explain or forget but……” “But what?” “I am staying at the Elise, join me if you wish.” “Oh wow, only million….” Her words died away. Looking at his garb. He saw that. “You are one big secret, aren’t you?” “Let's go to the car.” It was a Rolls Royce, the driver waiting “The Elise sir?” “Yes Majors.” “Very good sir” looking through his rear view mirror. The meaning was ambiguous. Soon they arrived. “Hope you like it, I own it.”   - Epic 3 - “What “ “The “ “Fuck” Her world went dark. She had hit on him, Yet it was her Slammed out of the park. “I feel sick, need to go home.” “Majors, take her back. Let me give you my card. Please call.” Said more with eyes Than voice. As they drove away She beat the Camargue leather Like she had no choice. “Who does he think he is? Why does…

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Yellow Dungarees

A man walks into a bar. Hands in pockets, searching for change. It's late, very late. He finds some coins; spills them on the bar. “Give me a double bourbon” He is served. Looking around the dim lit room sees a boy in yellow dungarees. He is pointing a finger at him. “Who you looking at kid?” He wants to look away but can't because some memory, something he forgot draws him back. “Do you know me?” “Oh yes I do”. Said the boy “I am you”.  Slammed down his drink went into the street. Fresh air hit him; But the boy was still there, Standing over the man. Tell me what to do As if he gave a care. You are me, We see this through together.

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