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60 I’m peculIar I don’t know where I’m going. One eye looks at you and another looks somewhere else. I’m peculiar. My hair is my arms. Across the park I need a new body. You think you’re teaching me something but I already know. I always knew it. You are like a bank, giving credit and demanding repayment. Who can love a bank? Can one bank love another? I want them to stop saying no. ...

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