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Den här dikten är oxå himla fin. "Rescue the Dead" by David Inatow Finally, to forgo love is to kiss a leaf, is to let rain fall nakedly upon your head, is to respect fire, is to study man’s eyes and his gestures as he talks, is to set bread upon the table and a knife discreetly by, is to pass through crowds like a crowd of oneself. Not to love is to live. To love is to be led away into a forest where the secret grave is dug, signing, praising darkness under the trees.
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