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in parallel sea what would i be?
my first love said to me:
i would not be
i did not see the chinaberry tree
tears out, it would feel so
heavenly, heavenly, heavenly
hard now to picture a me
without a you
part of her back was frozen
for the remainder of the war
but i never learned how not to be
as my first love said to me:
so that i could not sleep
my whole being was falling apart
so that i soon cried out:
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