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Oct 2016
He looks at himself in the mirror
who is this foreigner?
Just who the hell does he think he is...
He can never pinpoint.
So, "what's the point?" He poses his reflection;
"All you need is a point to begin a line, project a line,
inscribe a line, be a line, ride your line until you die."

He is not satisfied with the response his glass reflection passes.
B Young
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B Young  Philly endlesswanderjahr
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