It was not fair, it was not fair, it was not fair. So cried his child's heart, and then his child's heart died a little. For that is also the way of the world.
The color white is the absence of memory.
He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.
Long days and pleasant nights
Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.
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