My kidneys are failing me, but I really was talking about the instrument. You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I moved the car so far I crossed a river without realizing, Brooklyn like pasture to concrete children. Damn I love this town. Its magnolias like innocent sages, forever an enigma, I walked past the new apartment again and thought Did I not will that into existence? and sometimes it's hard to process all the magic in the air, fighting for space with the pollen. People have returned to the avenues.
We live.
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