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Feb 2015
Have I ever watched ink spread through water,
black fade into white,
contrast sharpening focus until all that is left is blurry words?
Writing is easy when it means nothing.
r0b0t
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r0b0t  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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   --- and Joseph Schneider
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