by on November 14th, 2010
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Harvey and Jon had the same haunt,
Falling asleep with their guitars on their laps:
Brandy was always prettier than I.
Harvey and Jon didn’t believe in each other.
I believed in them both,
And because of that they stopped existing.
One stopped breathing and the other stopped talking.
Soon the world will be rid of actors,
Shall I cry?

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