was going to write a novel
she
was going to fly the range
he
told the tale of the ducklings
she
saw it all in a dream
he
spoke only lies and half-truths
she
stopped counting after the 17th
he
fastened the rigging
she
managed to sell the shares
they
were overcome by the setting sun
we
knew why they did it, but couldn't say
it
was a slightly melancholy farce
which
he
sold down the river
only to find that
she
had known only providence
they
never saw the pyramids
but
we huddled by the gate of the sun
as
he
slipped slowly into the night
and
she
ascended gently towards Orion
leaving
it
silent and desolate under the stars
...
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