There is good earth in this world. The sun pours down onto the good earth.
Tree branches with new leaves sway in the wind. Their shadows make a
dance on the window pane and on the asphalt.
Birds dive from the trees, babies learn to walk. Mountains move, but slowly.
All of your ex-lovers try to reckon with the harm you've brought them.
((you are a worm i don't even know how you love at all your
emotional life is a digestive tube you just eat and shit out other people's lives.))
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