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Aug 2014
All the déjà-vus

Cut copy paste repeat

Packing time every time
in a time of endings

Always passing by,
bypassing

Senseless

Useless

My will is thirsty
and no fountain
is to be reached

Will you see me off, darling?

For me, pretend
a minding fairwell,

pack me a smile

for me to take
in my journey
Though it may seem strange, this text showed up while obsessively listening to the sweet tune, "Baby, it's cold outside"  (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1IM3weosOTY).
chimaera
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