"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

13, H, grate

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Style

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

IWGD

It Will Get Lighter

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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I am below everything.