"I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone."
"You're a poem?' I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. 'If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.' 'Isn't it hard to be three things at the same time?' 'What's your name?' 'Enn.' 'So you are Enn,' she said. 'And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?"
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Source: Smoke and Mirrors. Book by Neil Gaiman, October, 1998.
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