What you did to me I am trying to not do to others.
Everything that happens happens in this moment: I want the bread. I buy the bread.
1. I don’t like the spring, everyone flaunting how not alone they are.
2. I don’t like the spring. Everyone flaunts how together they are.
3. I don’t like the spring––that everything flaunting its togetherness.
I’m in my room, spinning the world in my hands.
I’m in my room to come out with the world.
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