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  • The sun has almost set,
    Out there,
    Somewhere across a sea where we once played.

    This sand has scents of earth and damp
    Where we rest our weary bodies,
    And talk of lives betrayed.

    Last time, we clung to life in that apartment
    Which looked out across Gorky Park
    And we swam in vodka truths -
    There was no bed, but we made do with what was there.

    But now, unspoken, we know that this is all for one last time
    And so deliver each final line
    Safely wrapped and given in beautiful lies.
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