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(some) whispering something whispers something is speaking something is speaking to me something is speaking through me something that I could never see besides the written words I hear wrapped in my very „now and here“ ambivalent but sounding clear there is this world I'm living in things are different – curled up within this world to which I've never been these words seem to reveal what's made just by the sense their letters made while I returned to where I stayed and I'm still there 'though I had strayed I was and I am still afraid to fail as long as I do wait afraid that this weird chance could fade rewriting my poetic fate by guessing it's never too late just for a brand new mental state at last, all things that we await could fall into place and time and sense that we mindfully create                at chance but sounding much like thought through plans suggested by looped confidence but writing on through doubting hands what each thought newly understands   right when the whispering starting ends
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
sometimes something
(some) whispering something whispers something is speaking something is speaking to me something is speaking through me something that I could never see besides the written words I hear wrapped in my very „now and here“ ambivalent but sounding clear there is this world I'm living in things are different – curled up within this world to which I've never been these words seem to reveal what's made just by the sense their letters made while I returned to where I stayed and I'm still there 'though I had strayed I was and I am still afraid to fail as long as I do wait afraid that this weird chance could fade rewriting my poetic fate by guessing it's never too late just for a brand new mental state at last, all things that we await could fall into place and time and sense that we mindfully create                at chance but sounding much like thought through plans suggested by looped confidence but writing on through doubting hands what each thought newly understands   right when the whispering starting ends
know-thyself
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German
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
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