Post-Apocalypse

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Remind me who you are again.

Why the dinner was left out on the table?

Why are you so forgetful?

So fretful?

So hopeless?

So rueful?

So anxious.

Remind me who I am again.

Grenade ridden.

Beating drum.

Thumb on the spout of a working garden hose.

The last breath out.

A bomb on impact.

What have we done and where are we going?

We're turning this into a disaster.

What's the reason? 

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