the night was brown and i ran through it with my arms wide open. sometimes i hear the sound of a chorus singing in my head.
today was quiet and i am so afraid of it.
i wanted to tell you about things.
it is so quiet i think my skin will dry.
i suppose you are sitting down now at a table with flowers in a vase placed in front of you.
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