so,
blow.
So, breathe.
Remember,
two men are beating a nest of bees. This is the house of straw.
Our
skin is not solid, nor is it empty
The
tremor of selves
=============
Why
should a body make us an orphan?
[[[[what
if we had a war and Nobody came?]]]]
The
smoke was actually rings of light and the fire let go
We
walked across the bridge
We
walked across the river
The
two sides did never meet
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