let the cold wind blow across your body
making nausea disappear
trust the little feeling in the stomach pit
its gold
without A clock revert
passage is inevitable
bring food
never look down Or away from anybody
taste blood when the noise bleeds
its full of iron
if your favorite color is green; get lost in a forest
always have a book
touching the sun is a good way to die
kissing is better than any drug.
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