| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - erb which, somehow, still conceals the illusion of a possible humanity. yes, i am still weak, yes, i still lie to myself). a foreign city. i was there for one day and one day only. i saw a bus station in front of a park covered with snow. young lovers were there, so beautiful under their winter coats. they kissed. there was a longing tearing through me like a knife, for what? i do not know. for the
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