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she is in blue tracksuit top
i drink beer and look at mouse mat showing
picture of evolution from monkey to man
to man at computer
i think to myself: everything is deep
when you go into it,
because every concrete thing
or every word can be traced back
to something vital
and i am sorry for ever hurting anyone
i hope i can find it in my heart to be happy
and calm
and i know i am going to die one day.