Does it sit still in your gut or has it drifted north to your throat, rotate around with some harsh friction threat?
And how to speak of Its residence?
And Venn if one were to Locate it, have not you left a thing to Trust, and, has not an Anything seemed to have meant as much as some Things which (sofaras) appearance mean Everything?
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“You don’t, but you may.”
Or something like, “You can’t, but you can!”
“And again, any sort of prophecy is true to the extent that it is fulfilled!”
He walked out of the classroom with a grin that plumped thick his cheeks.
“White is not surrender, despite what you’ve been told,” Paul leaned over to whisper.
“It’s clouds of Hope.”
A plane
Overhea(r)d
North
I am a bird
A pilot
Child
alarm
You wake up to Real-
ize a year passed along
With a thousand of us