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We are two.

Listen, I know it’s been hard. I know we never go out dancing like we used to.

Blink, blink: I love you. Blinkity-blink: I am your Sweetheart.

The little girl yells at us, “Everyone stop! LOOK! There is something out there!”

Beyond right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

Nothing of value in this car.

A poem is a song you write when the band’s gone home.

Sprinkle this night in wax, beloved.

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