father
feather
father had a fever
as in a big fever we took him to the hospital with one of those cars he died
we were so glad
hey. is there any, are there any, is there anything to say?
living in this boots of mine kinda makes me hate
sun and weather also pain
not so easily recalling them
hiking viking king is who
one a bad of chocolate pillows thinking at some chocolate dreams
drinking beers and coffee beans
polar bears and also feels every tiny tender gesture and surprisingly notices and writes down in his journal made
out of golf and marinarea
the moment of now
the moment
of now
of the
moment of
now
sleeping into another story
an rather old man on an Island is giving a shy flower to the only human there who happens to be a woman
does the same the next day
and the next day
now she knows
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