Huh? The letter. The letter? It's true. What can I do to convey the meaning of the letter? When it rains, I eat an apple, light a window, and turn on a movie that I miss. That's always a relief. You're the city's snow. I'm already falling with the stretched tape. Come to me as if you drank coffee late at night. The rain leaves love on its side. I'm dripping with skin. If I swallow it cold, you're there. Cigarette sparks and rain on my window. You look at me. Oh, where could I go? Where could I go? Cigarette sparks and rain on my window. You look at me. Oh, where could I go? Where could I go? The rain leaves love on its side. I'm dripping with skin. If I swallow it cold, you're there.
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