This happens if suddenly you have no words. When would you say I love you and just go elsewhere in the throes of remorse for what never happened. What happens to those who feel a duty to escape and instead just shoves series at all?
Poetry:
Grey sky no longer my son
dry grasslands that are not born, can you hear me?
I am, I am your Father
But I wanted to tell you I have never seen
believing they thought implied
already agreed with the future
every possible moment and instead
My love and I had to clean up every day and wipe
several times as sensitive
between identical hexagons ape
by searching
now it's late, she tells me the wind
smog, would be useless Paturnie
groped
you've never been so ever more
and my regret is rough
uncomfortable and old
I write to you hoping you read
confused words
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