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I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

Richard Brautigan

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Richard Brautigan
Age: 49 †
Born: 1935
Born: January 30
Died: 1984
Died: October 25
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Tacoma
Washington
Richard Gary Brautigan
People
Flowers
Flower
Aren

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For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.
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Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.
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We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.
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