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february
the pill had the opposite effect and I grew more depressed in dream I was at my best, remembering the small head of my grandmother, substituting one boy for the next the sky which had revealed its under- hue dropped blank instead I wanted to wake up, but the day did not return, did not, in fact, existLørpsliç Bierkegårt |