#6 A period

Do these join up

When a Spanish clown tells you you’re fabulous, that’s your day made.

An egg dropped dead.

Letters laid in thanks. Who’ll read them. Some code to some one some time in the future for

what to happen

The same moon, the same moon, the same moon

I can’t see right now and I’m afraid to

smell the pillow

refuse to play


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