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Replay It. Making a swear and then throw it away. We are like monks who refuse to pray. We like grace in meadows interrupted by the rumble Of highway. For months years in constant gray, Drenched between the human race. Cars and chairs, knees. Replay Replaying. We're like a brain in fancy's head after the Act of mating, dead. Like the plague with the feast spread. Alive at least in my head. Could the scariest beast, dead like a rare species In a net. What's with the sense of guilt That the family tree swills? We Are the spread. I play dumb games, I don't Move forward. I lost too much, I'm way too fine. True that. That. That I don't belong, I stay my thoughts. I take this box, it just a science. That, that, that. True. I don't understand why people think it's okay to Have kids when you don't want them, to get Married at a funeral. I appreciate my kindness so much. So strong. You look great, I can see it now. Your jokes make me happy and your hair is Beautiful. Your pupils are always clear to me, you're the Sun warming blood. You'll always be with me, won't you? You Are a petal ridiculously lying on the ceiling. You're so white that you rock your world. It's hard to find the keys.