There are chairs
There are chairs that were
Over the in the corner
And now they are here
Everywhere
A field with bright murders
A flying happiness
A penny in the hand of everyone
A concise reimagining
A compass
There were two people
One of them is dead
Over in the breakfast nook
And now we are weeping
Slowly
A plane of acceptance
A five factor model
A molar equivalent
A stalk of grief with sprouts, and
A chair
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