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Feb 2013
What good does thought do,
When your mind can't use it?

Time loop,
Repetition, lurking death.

Is my life an endless day?
Or has this day become endlessly my life?

We don't think.
We worry about what we have.

Tine has lost all reality.
But where did it cross the line?
Sydney Rianne Bouldin
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