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Mar 2016
Water surrounding me. Why youthful spirit? Time even recoil, yet escape? My night mare, see a track no destination? Daytime, No route, originaly? I knowingly how some see day light before sunrise? Deeply asking, never generalizing? Its hours before night, new it rough of course. I tried, sunrise eventually not caring is caring why position the past? My Past?
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Chill Luciani  paterson
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