the people with a life leave now. disappear into the dim twilight. i eat some strawberries, those i brought, as far as I am concerned, i have no where to go, don't know where i belong.
think of random things, that rhyme, like song, thong, bong, wrong.
i eat some more strawberries.
there is a little girl dancing on the table her mouth a little pout, her hair twirly curly, shmirly, she is so adorable.
maybe i ll go swim in the moonlight
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