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The first thing my mother did, when a boy broke my heart, was open the windows. She said that letting in the air, and erasing his smell
Goodmorning. Have you taken your pills? Are you feeling alright? How is the agonizing pain in your leg? How are the cubs doing? Do you miss gulf shores? Where is the coconut coffee?
The still of the silence keeps us apart A loss for words causes the silence we keep As I try not to weep To break our wordless chains I read