White ravens of paradox fly
Dreams in the cracks of pain
Resolved like a prisoner of doubt
We just go on
Your happiness seems brain dead
Sorry, I’m too confused for politics
I tolerate people
No crowds
Space the size of Montana
The sea rolling for days
Sex and fruit salad
Cats are low maintenance
You seem like a nice person
You’re cute
Your voice isn’t shrill
I’m odd but I pay my bills
Here is my number
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