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I'm A Romantic; You Have To Be To Marry Four Times.

Things Happen, People Change,' Is What Amanda Said. For Her That Covered It. You Wanted An Explanation, And Ending That Would Assign Blame And Dish Up Justice. You Considered Violence And You Considered Reconciliation . But What You Are Left With Is A Premonition Of The Way Your Life Will Fade Behind You, Like A Book You Have Read Too Quickly, Leaving A Dwindling Trail Of Images And Emotions, Until All You Can Remember Is A Name.

Delia's Arms Were Inscribed With A Grid Of Self- Inflicted Wounds, An Intricate Text Of Self-loathing

You Keep Thinking That With Practice You Will Eventually Get The Knack Of Enjoying Superficial Encounters, That You Will Stop Looking For The Universal Solvent, Stop Grieving. You Will Learn To Compound Happiness Out Of Small Increments Of Mindless Pleasure.

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.