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Feb 2014
Born to win or lose.

In the middle we live suspended.
In the moment.

Perp walk to perpetuity.
Not then nor now just IS.

What it is.
slowly twisting in wind counter orbital

Spin.The.clock strikes midnight
And we begin.again
Just IS.
Perceptions is reality.
That sketches the borders.
Of.IS
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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