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the boy dreamed the blue whale
biggest of all on earth blue and quiet and pretty much endless like the dream itself and fell in love with the strange, quiet creature he then thought he will have to swim for miles every day just to caress her but it wasn't something he wouldn't like he thought he would have to invent the strangest words in the strangest language of all and then to find a way to sing them under water the way whales do to let her know how he feels and this wasn't something he wasn't ready to do it’s just that he was so unfathomably afraid he won’t find the right words and his love will remain stranded unspoken and worst of all humane this is how the boy decided to be a poet
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