I want to be famous to shuffling men
We have so little of each other, now. So far
When you get a group of heartbeats together you get names that call out
I can see on the screen the video
Found your hope, then, on the ground under your feet.
And like that we were her
Those particular hands that could
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
Patient, plodding, a green skin
Those who come by me passing
Happy birthday, a gray day like the first one--
Everyone should be born into this world happy
“One ought not to judge her: all children are Heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb high trees and say shocking things and leap so very high grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one.”
I can’t begin to say how infinite I feel,
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