The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all. — Derrick Brown
The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all. — Derrick Brown
The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all. — Derrick Brown
The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all. — Derrick Brown
The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all. — Derrick Brown
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The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all.

— Derrick Brown
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[G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on hi — Denis Johnson, Already Dead
In the lassitude after love Odysseus asks Circe, "What is the way to the land of the dead?"Circe answers, "You are muffl — Zachary Mason, The Lost Books of The Odyssey
How easy it would be just to let go, to go willingly into all that wonderful energy. — Adrienne Wilder, He Speaks Dead
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I kept a picture of me kissing my dad’s corpse on the forehead in my wallet for years. I’d break it out any time someone — Doug Stanhope, Digging Up Mother: A Love Story
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I don't want to die. I want to live. I want to live long enough so I can really live. — Patrick Ness, The Rest of Us Just Live Here
There are televisions and radios and the sounds of life, but too there is the sound of death, crying and oxygen tanks, a — Jon Chopan, Pulled from the River
Why is such a bad thing to die? — Han Kang, The Vegetarian
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