Holy Toast

from The Dork Ages by Oliver Houston

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Toast’s up, and right on time. Kitchens dirty, friends fold, laptops die. But you can kiss me when we’re in the dark. Fragile fucking–yeah, things fall apart. Soft-hearted ale: whoever wanted it? Mad captress is totally over it. Our everything was “never meant,” and in no time, no one, nothing’s gonna give. We make believe, but heaven’s spent. I’m my own keeper; I’m my only friend.

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from The Dork Ages, released April 7, 2016

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