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amy the futures trader glorious. yes, ah, but the song must end. even married couples must end their songs someday. maybe to learn a new one, but then again, maybe not. all of it is very sad.

they come back into my head sometimes. and i lament. but i remind myself of the bad parts, then, and they do go away.

so then, still depressively since I haven't learned any ultimate tricks, etc, i try to make myself worthy of another future.

i'm sorry for your loss. (insert catholic incense here)
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unhinged ivet
shostakovich
brahms
bach
biber
funerary violin

i love in a way
that cannot be communicated
in plain spoken words;
they couldn't possibly
share the way my heart feels
when i look at you
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