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[I eat chocolate and look at the clouds from bed]
I eat chocolate and look at the clouds from bed, awaiting
terrible volume. I dream what stabs and curses me is
suddenly beautiful sprinting the avenue in summer, and
the more upset I get, the more I cry, the more its mystery is
full, thundering gently, and cruelly autonomous.
terrible volume. I dream what stabs and curses me is
suddenly beautiful sprinting the avenue in summer, and
the more upset I get, the more I cry, the more its mystery is
full, thundering gently, and cruelly autonomous.
Posted 06/29/09