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who begs faithfully at the door of goodwill:
a a a a biscuit will do a a a a voice of reason meat sticks —
I I dreamed all of this I I told her you me me and Paris —
it it was impossible to make it it through the tragedy
without without poetry What are we without without winds becoming words?
Becoming old children children born born to to to children children born born to to to sing us into
love love Another level of love love beyond the the neighbor’s holiday light
display proclaiming goodwill to all men who have lost their way in in the the dark
as as they tried to find the the the the car door the the the the bottle hidden behind the the the seat reason to keep on going past all the the the times they they failed at sharing love love love love It’s weak they they think —