fridge magnet poem

dark spring

bluest in our garden

whispering

ballooning

under rain

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goodnight in so many words (when you have nothing to say)

Textually over. She was glad; it ended just like the Modest Mouse song, where the conversation only goes in circles. Finally, the conversation ends, allowing her to breathe. Grow up before you look at me. Stop your selfishness; learn your empathy.