Lost — Sawyer Conlon

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Lost (Copy)

And we were home. We had grown up with memories of old friends and the smell of roses.

Aphasia (Copy)

Iron ivy snaked in. It decided to take his wedding ring. So it goes. His wife doesn’t know. I told her.

We had a lot of friends. The nicest, the kindest, and funniest was my wife. I don’t know what we are now. Late at night, I telephoned. That must have been the last year, I cannot recall. I had to stop and think about it for a while.

No More (Copy)

So then I understood. She thought I had made her a promise. If I ever do give you my word, I’ll become a delusion. I had a low opinion of sordid motives of blood, tears, and romance.

Goodbye Blue Monday (Copy)

I say to Sam now, “There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.” Everything is very quiet. Except, the birds say “Poo-tee-weet?” My sons take part in massacres. Companies make massacre machinery. People think we need machinery like tha

Thousands of people are killed as a wonderful dialogue outlined the end. And I was dead. All the lines stopped, the rain was over.

Lost (Copy)

And we were home. We had grown up with memories of old friends and the smell of roses.

Aphasia (Copy)

Iron ivy snaked in. It decided to take his wedding ring. So it goes. His wife doesn’t know. I told her.

We had a lot of friends. The nicest, the kindest, and funniest was my wife. I don’t know what we are now. Late at night, I telephoned. That must have been the last year, I cannot recall. I had to stop and think about it for a while.

No More (Copy)

So then I understood. She thought I had made her a promise. If I ever do give you my word, I’ll become a delusion. I had a low opinion of sordid motives of blood, tears, and romance.

Goodbye Blue Monday (Copy)

I say to Sam now, “There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.” Everything is very quiet. Except, the birds say “Poo-tee-weet?” My sons take part in massacres. Companies make massacre machinery. People think we need machinery like tha

Thousands of people are killed as a wonderful dialogue outlined the end. And I was dead. All the lines stopped, the rain was over.

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