A character, though not
Too: do not go all surreal yet.
This was not supposed to happen: you wandered in such ecstasy
Young. Now that boy is perhaps
Acceptable. You also take yourself so seriously,
Brushing your own teeth;
You can nearly differentiate birds
By their fluffy coats
In fountains. There’s no need for strangers.
Still wish you were all here though.
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