the world is real

and dumb and

beautiful and

loud and bright

"happiness is darker than the night

happiness is sad"

grey brown blue black

you are your language

you become your own sickness

speaking to the mother of god

she was shivering

so she left

i was shivering too

but i felt it best

to keep that quiet

to keep that

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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