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￭ (in the doorway)
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2013-01-22 | |
I like the beginnings. These always entail two ways and plenty of stealth-like universes... and nothing compares to an out-and-out blending of senses.
I trust the weather, it must have been the same when I was begotten... then
my past began. Therefore, as long as I have feelings, I trust the weather.
My prayers seemed to be so miraculous when I was nine... the odd thing is that I cannot remember any of my class mate's name or face of that time, except a girl's, yet I have older memories.
She's a dancer I fail to catch, over and over.
I read a little, I share a bit, and sometimes I feel mean and heavy, as though I've just swallowed up a dozen of blind grenades... it's just another time I try to equally weight myself on the other side of a tear.
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