

The Dust is SettlingYou were decomposing sitting on the top shelf of the book case in the room I seldom enter, writing notes with your fingers in the dust.The Dust is Settling
You were the last I wanted to see, but the first thing on my mind. Considering my options, while I'm stalling here for time.
Now I'm waiting for the last wave of radiation coming from the atom bomb you just set off. You're tired of being ignored, and I'm tired of being bothered.
We're the most cliched paradox you've ever seen. looking for peace that can never be. But as a side note, don't pretend you had
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"Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone."
-Shakespeare Sonnet 66
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