The dusk, long years, a cup of tea, a cigarette. The keyboard, in my fingers to ring snaps. I want to love, friendship, love, want to want to want to tired, I stop. In the quiet of I want to most was: give me life, and the light of my life, and this life the most let me worry about--my mother, my mother. I love her, I always think of her, her small
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