I somehow recall someone asking me what color I liked, which kind of sticks out but didn't in the haze. Or I may be making it all up unknowingly. I don't know—love! Love is out there!
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I'll stay sick with nudges, giddy on a chair like a hapless fool i am a man living in a dream who needs to breathe obvio...
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