You try not to seem unequivocal hope the bread crumbs you left along the way will

spell out the answers, oh let them stay, if delusion is worse, be merciful. Believe in the youth better don’t touch them Worrying away anxiety, who’s talking now is it Edith or me? The long floors, back and forth back and forth. that stretches ten feet from door to window. What is the prisonhouse of dreamers for? All just to say, “I told you before, go!” No echoes no answers no reasons, Love, you must sleep with one eye always open to catch what you can of lost freedom.

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