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Jun 22
It was impaired:
The thread between thought and mouth.
Is it nature or nurture?
  A crucified vulture
    Hung like a basketball

I watched it happen:
  Not loud, not sudden,
  But like sand slipping through clenched fingers.

This still fascinates me:
One’s ability to lose speech.
What's the antonym for "prolix"?
Aleksejs Macions
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Aleksejs Macions  17/M/Monaco
(17/M/Monaco)   
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