.Send me up and give me magazine copies of open spaces, and open ends distant, diverted from the medicine, and our own ends that we're seeing. White white walls and hospitals, all of us feel trivial and relative, tentative and waiting for our own white white walls and hospitals, all of us feel trivia.
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