The twins sat on a passing bench, just as Laura told Patterson in the morning she had a dream, you were riding an elephant, in a place so unfamiliar that you can't remember the name of the place and you have a cute and stubborn bulldog at home, repeatedly It's important to keep learning new things when talking about other things, because life is a process of growth and we have to grow, even if Death waits forever at the end I wrote it for you, that's a love poem, but I'm a little girl who covers her eyes, loves black and white contrasting colors and the clown guitar, eager to play a tune you don't expect, tossing and turning, drowning in the online ocean just to touch The image of touching plums disappearing in the refrigerator It is the name of a poet I have never heard before Pretending to be hugged by the flesh There has never been a rift, perfect A brief history of human beings called love and marriage Forget the notes on the conversation book sobbing, Air-Breaking Sleep is Sacrifice for Art Man Standing between Death and Life is Evidence of Aging
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