![]() that might be blowing across the lake of consciousness. |
![]() and feel the sun, warm and intermittent, on my face. |
![]() and on the way back to the page, curled in its roller, I would light one up and feel its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee. |
![]() from their families and the warehouse of Roget wandering the world where they sometimes fall in love with a completely different word. |
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![]() where words congregate with their relatives, a big park where hundreds of family reunions are always being held. |
![]() there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me, I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. |
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