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Nov 2014
I find easy it is to not find
what I seek
the electric, body
as Whitman, kind'a said,
Buckowski seconded,
I answer the calls,
I stand with them,
in their background,
whisteling,
counting,
alive every second,
when I create,
even the worst.
I speak my mind, trying,
to not find, the
end.
wordvango
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