Apology
To know nothing of living things Those that exist often Beside us Hello, she says & does it hear, do you? Days, nights, watching a stranger's heart Stumble against his skin It wants out, and the body Is a flesh dress he'll take off Only once, at the last Hello, she says Our heart is on exhibit Walk around our common institute Of higher learning
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