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Dec 2015
an odd target for an event; casually living in the black
shadows the undercurrents, not usually noticed nor felt,
an afterthought when everyone else is gone,
always a subordinate to heightΒ Β weight looks,
too fat when thin is in , too light when dark catches hold of the
mainstream. too midstream when the currents on the left and right go rushing, or on the sidelines when the field has the motion. One day noticed an ant. He just kept going ,the ant did, he noticed this stupid ant so strong he picked up a piece of dead moth ten times bigger.
It didn't make him feel any better.
wordvango
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