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126 I want to give my food To a stranger.    I want to be taken. What kind of a face do I have while leaving? I’m thinking of my friend. 4 I am trying to go swimming But the sea looks so calm All boys are gone I can’t decide what to do I’ve been waiting to go Have you come down? Can I escape I am just coming               Just going in indian suffering Look, ah, dry streets, still not a gorged begin, he time in you love, cruel.    What are we doing to our faces?      He waits to grow up.     Who are you when you don’t grow?      Would it mean to usually range animal things that satisfy?    Is nature a day begun? Bow wow wow I am going home. The children called 127 him ugly boy.    I am not afraid of anything.    Boy-not-afraid. Ugly boy a magic. warmth There’s nothing to love in this rice Spring Collected something warm like friends. Sail glooms are none. Your desire rests like sailors in their bunks.    Have beaten you, lips Supply me man made keeping. Supply it flowing out; are brute bullets in your back because there is in this rice Spring a song of autumn A dog disappears across a small lake. It waits for me. It goes where I want to go. Begins to wake up the flowers. So leave us alone. Because no freedom can choose between faces and hours as destroyed as moving, or cold water in the sun.    I can go out now and measure ...

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