This begets that. Like an oven
out the loaves come, bread.
Here, I say, or, take this:
this is what I mean. Your
tears feel warm as they fall
but I couldn't say for sure.
We're still sitting here. We're
still, sitting here. We've
never been here before. I swear,
you know,
I swear; ...I'm still sitting here.
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