Dream of flowers in dustbins

gone stoic in silence: ash and smoke and the wide sunk mud-iron landscape of forever	Yossarian is also God, if you must know	Did you once stand before me without shame?	My girlfriend and her pillow
And oh, how we long for their shaky, malnourished caresses	When you dream the end of the world, how does it happen?	This music crept by me upon the waters	The rain of my heart, a rose
dreams of red hair	I still don't even know you	Candles are like souls	Everything existed as though painted in a dream
A beautiful girl, a dead man, corn on the cob	How would you understand?	Daisy	dustbin
My regret sits on the floor like someone else's polaroid photos	Tell me your passionate cruelty	All that glitters is refracted light	When does a dream become public domain?
company, loves, misery	throw yourself into a memory as if it were air, as if it will save you	Therapy ball	Please do not bring me flowers

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