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Jun 2013
I breath a not so very fresh air.
I consume a not so healthy diet.
Sleeps under the same stars,
Gazes the same pearl moon.

I see, feel, hear, smell, senses heightened.
I process the stimulants and characters.
Then I close my eyes and opened anew.
There I see, I smile, I write.
erosandthanatos31nyc
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