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Life, in the strictest sense of the word, goes on.

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Like that.

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Like a zillion people bumping into each other,

Like the last beer sitting lonely in the kitchen sink,

Like a screamed plea for help in an empty prison.

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Like a nosebleed in the middle of the night,

Like a bottle breaking on the street while you try to sleep,

Like a weeping child on the playground.

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Like a baby laughing,

Like the cheers for a hero,

Like the ocean waves, singing.

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Like that.

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Like a lipstick kiss on a broken mirror,

Like a nightmare sweat that wonít dry,

Like spoiled meat on the street corner.

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Like a worried motherís glance,

Like a broken light bulb in a dusty closet,

Like a horde of angry bees.

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Like the morning dew glimmering at sunrise,

Like a feeling of adventure,

Like a loverís lips kissing and smiling.

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Like that.

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Like the hardships and the joys,

Like the wonder and the monotony,

Like the world has done for ages.

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Life, in the strictest sense of the word, goes on.


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