When the universe implodes and
the very quick slow down the things we hold dear are all gonna hit the deck and
once more we will all stand tall but it’s just a fable your stories are told
the gunslingers are dead and the wordslingers are mute its last call and every
well is dry
I miss you most of all he said,
well then why didn’t you show up more often? Iunno, you know how it gets,
things get busy time slips by he said
Nausea rises to the forefront of
time and space, space is what you make it and time is what you tell of it
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