Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
19 November 2008
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september 4, 2006
concrete concrete concrete concrete
Misinformed.
wrecked upon rocks, the ride is
creeping towards the Mast. OH HOW PURE!
the boat has no name. it's orphaned
face marked with blue.
rustic pillars. pillars upon pillars,
it's leaning towards deeper abyss.
where are you going, oh waves, oh waves.
why are you so beautiful? don't rest.
your purpose is not here. the fuel, where?
Hope so empty, how cruel to leave
you like so. But you are beautiful.
I will lock you upon the rocks.
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