Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such

Humanity I Love You Because You Are Perpetually Putting The Secret Of Life In Your Pants And Forgetting It's There And Sitting Down On It And Because You Are Forever Making Poems In The Lap Of Death Humanity I Hate You

Since The Thing Perhaps Is To Eat Flowers And Not To Be Afraid

Nobody Else Can Be Alive For You; Nor Can You Be Alive For Anybody Else.

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