Blood slams into a real reclining sand dollar.
Sometimes I think of closing curtains as turning off a window.
I think I'm deep because I cry, softly...
in a car driving home. Classical KMFA
I cry because I think I'm deep.
Me crying is part of my thinking that I think I'm deep... and wide,
Like the universe, and tall;
The universe is as tall as everything stacked on top of each other, on top of itself,
Everything on everything else.
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