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Feb 2018
When I translate my thoughts into speech,
it's like a piano's being played in reverse.
Colours and notes, purely felt each,
become black and white motion so terse.
Written by
JLK  28/M/Pretoria, South Africa
(28/M/Pretoria, South Africa)   
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       JLK, Psyched out and ---
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