YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND
You do not understand the artist,
I think that's fair to say. Life is
not a line, it is a shading. Things
are never as focused as they should
be. Here, near to this old coffee'd
hammock, the girl who brings the
pastries in is beaming. I wish I
could see her again.
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Memories are no worse than death,
and I think they hurt more, Emmy.
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