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The Host
 



When the party's over, celebration done,
everyone is gone except the host.
Goes he, in memory, over the night's fun...
'Home tonight was grand', (raising a toast).
'You're fake!' he self-talks now, disparaging,
'Stuck in your rut and not a friend to care,
with just you, fool, to blame...how discouraging.
Yourself,alone and none with whom to share.'


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Layne Staley








By cherryk

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