Enough life to decide one time more, the bathroom cord, on the edge of the container, now the dog in its initial state
then, the animals say "yes" in concert to the children. What the cabinets know of our toys, when they have once again joined the colony
follows the plan where one watches her, many times the same hand touches the fold
and yet, space doesn't glimpse from the other side how the doll stands and the child grows
between here and the empty chair, returns to it sufficiently to give way one more time
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