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he gad gotten weaker and weaker
I brought him everyday sharp laments and pills lances tips worn in wars and memories from the Museum of Wishes halogen lights black lights from black lamps click the button, I told him, and you'll be happy he did not believe me, he pulled the trigger instead there were two of us prisoners who lost their ______________________________________________ today ______________________________________________ whenever I felt my life was too empty I used to make myself believe that nobody else knew _____________________________________________ we were looking for it. I thought it was inside me I thought pills will bring it out I thought love will bring it out then he said it was there the empty place from above, where God used to stand. ______________________________________________ listen as it flows, I told him one day. through veins, through fingers, through nails listen and maybe tomorrow we’ll plant a tree we’ll stitch a sound and hang it into the tree. scratch me, he said cut me open _____________________________________________ if you cannot find it, stop cover your eyes don't smell too hard for the color today, the straight line is avoiding the point _____________________________________________ if you cannot find it, please stop _____________________________________________ today
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