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And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to come |
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whenever all is said and done. I've lived my life and taken chances and if |
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some were strange by standards that were less important than my needs, |
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then I guess I could be crooked, evil, bent and twisted, looking down upon |
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the strings I tried to pull. But I see the strings extending up and down |
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and never ending as we dance around our selves and jerk to all the tunes |
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that only we hear and the voices only we fear each inside an island all |
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alone. But the contact that we do make, as we give and take abuse, stays |
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and its value only multiplies. Yes I'm alone, but not forgotten, for each |
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comes and sees me often, sitting on a seat beside my bed, and we laugh and |
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reminisce about a life that once was bliss before an act of passion made |
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us part. Of course they'll always be together, but their bond is made of |
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leather not the flesh and blood it used to be. They're still full of life |
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and healing, but it has a different feeling and only for the few that seek |
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their sort of pain and pleasure when they merge and give into insistent |
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urgency that lives for seconds at a time. For pain and pleasure are the |
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twins that slightly out of focus spin around us till we finally understand |
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that everything that gives us pleasure also gives us pain to measure it |
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by, and I also realize...that all our lives we love illusion, neatly |
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caught between confusion and the need to know we are alive. |
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Eric Wincentsen |
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[email protected] |
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Glendale Community College, |
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Glendale, Arizona |
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"I believe in Women's suffrage. Women may suffer as much as they want." |
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-The great, Godlike Eric Wincentsen |
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