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As we've been with each other in touchable space never; you must've wondered, when I've moved or you've: Is this funny? If this be a game, is anyone winning? From the scrabbled board, beyond angelfire pictionaries, I'd seek, if you'd, to buy furniture for a place, still implacably invisible. Where we could live enough, well fed, even as we might dally for a time for our old, squeaky brass bed, wistful with you and me in reach, to sing, and sing, and sing, sing, sing. |
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