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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.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
lost in imagining
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.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
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