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Friday, August 17, 2012. I sit here thinking I should write in dread of stepping outside the room to find nothing exists. Dance me to the end of love. Leonard Cohen, Im Your Man. Last Tango in Paris. The crib notes we sneak through time are written in disappearing ink. Andre Aciman, Alibis Essays on Elsewhere. We were about to do our final dance. It involved leaning down, and taking a mouthful of dirt. I looked at you. You had already begun. And you were crying. Posted by YourFireAnt at 1018 AM.

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Friday, August 17, 2012. I sit here thinking I should write in dread of stepping outside the room to find nothing exists. Dance me to the end of love. Leonard Cohen, Im Your Man. Last Tango in Paris. The crib notes we sneak through time are written in disappearing ink. Andre Aciman, Alibis Essays on Elsewhere. We were about to do our final dance. It involved leaning down, and taking a mouthful of dirt. I looked at you. You had already begun. And you were crying. Posted by YourFireAnt at 1018 AM.

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