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Sep 2015
These badges...
comfort my spirit to nothing
I'm working...
Like seasons are shifting in raindrops..
I find myself..
Behind a curtain, when the door is closed
Where reality finally whispers
Those streets are too plastic ..
And too loud for me..
I belong to the peaceful silence
that plays a flavored violin
...I'm only myself
On my own
sainche micano
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sainche micano  alone
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