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Oh what am I doing? Where am I? She suddenly arises and finds herself write alone at the corner of a street café Almost midnight Traffic -an ambiguous passer by- endlessly composes lingering silences   in between with a half gaze around half a circle She gradually notices a half drunk cold-now cup of tea a half eaten pastry some halved eyes eyeing her behind half a skull   in curiosity but her half look is being called urgently down again by the reverie She as if from another planet sees back her hands   Hands write on just ceaselessly without needing her without her knowing Wow! she says and  sinks back to her dream to become a truth of the words
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
The HalFuLook Café
Oh what am I doing? Where am I? She suddenly arises and finds herself write alone at the corner of a street café Almost midnight Traffic -an ambiguous passer by- endlessly composes lingering silences   in between with a half gaze around half a circle She gradually notices a half drunk cold-now cup of tea a half eaten pastry some halved eyes eyeing her behind half a skull   in curiosity but her half look is being called urgently down again by the reverie She as if from another planet sees back her hands   Hands write on just ceaselessly without needing her without her knowing Wow! she says and  sinks back to her dream to become a truth of the words
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
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