Night as Lance sleeping-alone meat, warm prairie beating in the last rain, mother and song of peace. Fall
and thirst, forgetting that an end is a sign and a reason, reason and fear. Tree
thousand words accumulator penalties barbarities that silent clock and escape. Both fear around the fire, so pity the sad shadows.
is hurt that saves and teaches is deep because it hurts and flows, is garden and thorns. Body as a swing
of desires that never grows old clothes.
Everything is dust and love is eternal.
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