they met on a train
and then did not meet
for many
years.
the girl said, stories must be,
by definition,
sad and therefore i do not
want a story
with you.
the boy said, we have no
choice we are human
and thus doomed
to suffer.
poem: us and them
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 