I Would Prefer Not To

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May 1st.

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The city is the new jungle.

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Look down, look down that lonesome road Before you travel on.

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I'd give all wealth that years have piled, The slow result of Life's decay, To be once more a little child For one bright summer day.

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Bistrots parisiens, “red lights” et gris du ciel.

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The misplaced monuments of NYC.

[nevver]

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Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It’s just in their head. They’re all the time talkin’ about it, but it’s jus’ in their head.

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What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

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Where does the light go when the light goes out?

[nevver]

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He felt that the stars has been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.

[thunderstruck9]

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Sea, swallow me.

[cher-pierrot]

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Astronomy compels the soul to look upward, and leads us from this world to another.

[magastrom]

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Solitude.

[nevver]

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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

[zzzze]

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We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

[ungoliantschilde]

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A remembered dream.

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There used to be color.