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Doar in the cold night. 080517
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Doar all I can is in the folded,
all I can is in the separated,
the clean,
and wandering.

I was woken this morning by a dream Ive known,

it promised my happiness through a maze.

and it ended in a maze.

A holding of hands and stares, a moment my hands cannot type.

She, I close my eyes, everytime this sharpness comes to me. She breaks me, in my own rememberance.

Those I bring here,
those alike,
those I gather here,
those disjoined.

travel well, travell free.

Explore, touch and feel.

Before death takes you.

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unhinged everyday i wake up alone
( another_lonely_saturday_night )
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thieums Slipping in the dirty snow
Cars go by as I try to ride my bike
Snow flakes are falling slowly
One after the other
In my half-open eyes

... Summer seems so far away...
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