things are here, and you're over there and in between: land, sea, everything i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me, and the way things used to be. yesterday, a telegram said that you had died, but i knew and i know that it was a lie. i tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried i mean our room. i went back to our room and cried retreat, and come back home.
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