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Building bridges only to have them torn down by other people’s uncaring attitudes, left alone, forgotten on pages of eternal history.
Wrapping space tightly around the little life that’s left, shutting out the laughter and joy of other people’s lives.Turning in upon a world of sorrow left alone to ponder why.Sifting through old memories – never with a friend – staring across a bridge that will soon be burned to the ground, allowing no one else…
Bumping and grinding with motions of confusion
Burning off liquor and having a very good time of it.Dancing, running into each other, laughing and beingenticed by one another to have fun.Kicking, moving up and down – returning to a startingposition – only to start over again.
Strangulating positions sever
insisting that people partakeof life-giving essences,especially at the end.