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Jan 2015
My hands could never catch up to the speed of thoughts.
Whatever is written down are words brighter than neon signs.

My mind could never catch up the speed of thoughts.
Whatever is said are sentences of washed out memories.

I write it all.
I’ll go blind.
I say it all.
I’ll forget.
Nora
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Nora  23/Mars
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