get right
down to it.
lying
in your room with
the overhead
fan
spinning slowly,
tossing
warm air about you
in the late August
afternoon.
life and death,
love
and hate.
the moon,
the stars, all those fish
in the sea.
what's
it all about,
Alfie? could you please
explain it all
to me?
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