I don't really know her.
I don't really know what bows are.
The crook of my elbow
I am walking to the market with my brother.
He is a crook, making the floor all bloody,
From under the door, the Doorway is bursting
She's got 30 feet of intestine inside me.
What will we do together?
It's 6 am, middle of the morning.
6 a m, 6 am, 5:26 am
Don't think about anything.
Think about her.
Everything in her
Her being
Think about everything.
Everything being
I don't feel sad.
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