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Feb 2014
TV
Through the white noise
Of the old tv screen,
I see your face,
Forming, dissolving, and
Re-forming.

Different moods, different feelings,
Each time.
I gaze into the glowing phosphor,
Full of wishful thinking,
Till my eyes burn out.
Kopter Zero
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Kopter Zero  United States
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