not read these poems I do not want to know more poems.
passes them to your father
That read before bed
As the book of aphorisms for insomnia
Maybe I gave you will read in an hour and throw away
To place your order
Maybe Store in a dusty cupboard
And there will be many years
Our history devoured by moths, mites will walk on our
words the darkness will give you breath and
is not the best way to die.
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