Stage Four: they give the patient 4 to 6 treatments, mebbe 8, and then they declare "It's time to get your (temporal) affairs in order."
She told me tonight: "We know what's comin', don't we, baby?"...
I hope she'll invite me to join her, to participate in the rites.
This is my only one, and only, love...she loved me...I shall attend, if even only in the background. I am a "background artiste" after all.
Ever after, I am bereft, lost, an empty cypher.
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