CAMILLE
"You're
too happy!" she snapped as we traipsed by,
"The
world is a garden of grue!
All
sex is a struggle of bugs in the mud
And
your Father-God's lousy too!"
"Time
is a trap with teeth that will gnaw;
The
sea is a seething waste;
The
earth is a sludge we trudge drudging along;
And
art is quite quickly erased."
"Knowing
everything stings and is empty, Camille,
We
might as well go on our way,
Doing
just as we've done, but sadder." She smiled.
"That's
just what I'm trying to say."
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