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It's none of my business at all

there is magic, there is no magic, do cats eat midges,

who has a ghost version of his face,

my job is to write as much as possible

“Every line must be written to the end,” it seems that the stillborn classic whispered

you didn’t drown, there was always water in your lungs, the fish beat their tails when you smoked, they made your cough red

it was hard for the easy ones, but later

a man from the living squares saved them.

Here, in conventional units of rooms, with the insides of the wall ceilings spilling out,

damaged mucous wallpaper, half-digested food - we are trying our best to hold reality together

"there is nothing"

there is nothing

there is nothing

Harry says he died for a reason

that he didn't die at all

and I don't know what to answer you

and I don’t understand why you, Harry, can’t retrain from ghosts

to a part of my consciousness I will give a piece of memory to Harry I will give

my legs are shaking when I hear the tape recording of your voice where we laughed, we knew how and I still told me about your plans and you had a good blow and honest thoughts where is the line of your cut where

I promise Harry I will do what you could have done if it weren’t for these fish I have hated them since childhood now somewhere out there the eternal water is not hard or easy for me you know I’m strange after this feast instead of the plague I went drunk and abandoned but to her and she came running and felt sorry for me and pretended to love these cut out years, what was left of you was a page where they offer you to play a fun farm

it will be summer, I’ll come and put on this fucking Friday that you loved so much and the smoky one that we loved together, he even got under my skin, I’ll show you

I'll be there soon, really, I'll be back, wait