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May 2019
I
I am soundless, without form;
I have no hands, no headlights.
yet i see everything, touch anything
I float through the minds of masses.
I can be spoken,
yet cannot express anything myself
for I am without voice
I am... a thought.
Fulu
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Fulu  25/M/Johannesburg, RSA
(25/M/Johannesburg, RSA)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
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