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a morbid proposal
Author:
becquerel PM
of which will never come to fruition, because that would require me to matter.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 58 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3004227
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i had an idea today;

what if you and i

went and sat and waited

on the tracks for the

train?

and when it came, we got up

and stood side by side, hands clasped

so we could die and

get what we want

together?

(of course, you wouldn't want to die

with me, now

would you?)

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