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in the introduction

No, thank you.
Though, there might be something to a language that omits words.
Could I possibly be thinking this?
You, you small, small thing.
It is in all these things that I've found some comfort.
Uncomfortable as it is.
So, no. No, thank you.
I think I'll stay where I am.
I won't ask any questions again, I promise.

7 Mar 07

(define the words in this poem)

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