Mainly
don't want
to feel something
and the door
slams
shut from
wind.
This is real this is
not some
comparative
purpose. This
door.
What could
his chest
hair do---annoyance
with every
thing
and the other
one riding his
bike, turning
round
in the cross section
street. Hello
with face. Hello
to the pavement
you're paving.
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