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Jan 2014
So I am watching
the Washing Machine,
rolling over itself;
having our clothes cleaned.

And Maybe I floss to often
though maybe thats not possible
such a task is too common

and love is just ***
and so I make it the objective
as the object
I object.
as Justice
and whatever "just is"
is Just us

and there are other parts to continuing
that we forgot.
since if you move too far ahead of your competition
you forget the reason why you run

and you end up as flint
or lint
missing,
the fire
or the match
               scratch that,
                                      scratch that,
      scratch that,
especially the match

but be fluent
in burning the resources and not the bridge.

-keeping everything grainy and fibrous-

-  you are are healthily expanding-

  
  so if you're too nervous
of being judged
you might as well
not show up.

so instead I am watching the washing machine.
Thibaut V
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Thibaut V  London
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