

lessons we do not learni was at the airport when i tried to reach you, telling you secrets bandaged in old news papers. i guess i was expecting you to hear harder than the plastic tubes and upsurge onto the first flight out here, with a plaster and a blue flashing light.lessons we do not learn
i could not explain how i died there
on the terminal floor, with three men with guns not-looking
and a child running by.
this is what heartbreak is, i thought -- a lack of oxygen,
the force of gravity, loss of bone mass, a cot death, a bulldozer, an assassination, a loss of faith, brain cancer
and three-day se
cyan
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Natural Disaster
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I don’t know if anything is real but I would like to find out
I would like to find out
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