Because I cant help it. I will approach you barefooted, bent down and smell your plastic petals. Then push you down the window, hear the crashing of the broken vase. And there you are, united with the soil. That is where you should be.
I, will climb into the green window back into my room, lie on my bed in my green dress. Smile to the ceiling and have a good sleep without the nightmare that you used force upon me.
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