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Letters To Cleo Aurora Gory Alice

Don't feel small when I'm looking down. Don't get too high if I'm looking up at you. And if the answer looks at me I'll still say I don't know it, not

The Sunday Paper is a mess and I'm not gonna pick it up you are if I could just get on with it. It don't matter my hair's a mess cause you're not gonna

Like a gaping hole in the universe, as obvious as anything could be, trip and fall pants at ankles as it, as it only possible could be. It's a cosmic

Appear and fade away, so far so good and I'll tell you the story this time. Plan too far ahead, it's the same old thing. Finally kicking it out this

There it goes again, got a little habit. Stay away from him. Clinging, gnawing things tucked away like secrets. Stay away from him. It comes and goes

The Sunday Paper is a mess and I'm not gonna pick it up you are if I could just get on with it. It don't matter my hair's a mess cause you're not gonna

It gets loud down here. Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as feet can carry. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust

Don't feel small when I'm looking down. Don't get too high if I'm looking up at you. And if the answer looks at me I'll still say I don't know it, not

The saddest sound I've ever heard; the saddest sound I've ever heard. The quiet that takes the place of silence that takes the place of your voice. You