naked brunch
all bad poetry is sincere
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'My nerves are bad t-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
A Game of Chess - Thomas Stearns Eliot
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