I'm going to a cello concert. I think grief can be rewritten without
underwear
.
“so shy” “the strato” “it was a”
“sow” “sphere”
“it was made” “so I believe” “it was so just” “too simple” “soldier” “so
shy”
.
there is a ballad playing in the background to a melodrama that
I can't understand from the neighbors it means
the commonality of our grief is what you suppose it as
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