When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Saturday, April 21, 2012
i try, i try, i try.
what can i do to
quell your loneliness?
i have no anecdote
for a broken heart.
i try,
swallowing my own
frustrations.
but my words are
never helpful—
my voice shakes.
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