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We hereby conduct this post-mortem | He was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman | Our maladies were such we could not cure them
We hereby conduct this post-mortem He was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman Our maladies were such we could not cure them And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign Come one, come all It's happening again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one except all of our friends We must know How did it end? We were blind to unforeseen circumstances We learned the right steps to different dances And fell victim to interlopers' glances Lost the game of chance, what are the chances? Soon they'll go home to their husbands Smug 'cause they know they can trust him Then feverishly calling their cousins Guess who we ran into at the shops Walking in circles like she was lost Didn't you hear they called it all off One gasp, and then How did it end? Say it once again with feeling How the death rattle breathing Silenced as the soul was leaving The deflation of our dreaming Leaving me bereft and reeling My beloved ghost and me Sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G It's happening again How did it end? I can't pretend like I understand How did it end? Come one, come all It's happening again The empathetic hunger descends We'll tell no one except all of our friends But I still don't know How did it end?
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