memory is a spyglassthrough which I seea worn-out photographwhere my handis holding yourson a stray landnight is a suitcasein which I keepthe outer sp..
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the sleepers know not lessthan those who get no restfor resting fixes the messpicking on your head and chestcrushing leaves for funcannot be always on..