and everyday there are guns in the street, and everyday there is death and birth. everyday there are crows and canaries and beasts that we can't even see crawling on our forefinger. waiting for wedding bands to be placed on other fingers, we get older. we dream. things don't get easier, as they say, as they tell us. we get older and start believing
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how alike we are.
like two twigs tangled together.
i love you and can't wait until you get here!
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