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What can I say?Everything.Say what I did?Nothing.When she slid down it was too late,Magpies flew over rusty gatestilltwo in the bush. 
Long becomes short, small becomes big, riddles under my skin. Paradoxical stars, truth begins. Love flares and fizzles out.   Silent enigma, you held my hand until sand
Ben walks to the door-More?Largely not for you,fuckwit. Heroin needle hitin Witham took your father.
Contorted, I sleep,Free, I dream. Correlational streams,Deep in Lethe it was reported.Never mind.
  It is a pity I had to leave, without your consent. How else could I grieve? Everything I saw in you to conceive stripped my development. It is myself I must deceive
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