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I am below everything.

13, H, grate

13 | | | H | | | . . . . | . . . . | . . . . | . . . . | |

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

isaac

lol

not their contents

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

lol yea

or never left

so an active mazelike process

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

its performative

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Better Lift

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Better Lift