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October's sea flashes its cold
dorsal fin of mirages.
Nothing's left that remembers
the racing sails' white dizziness.
— Apr 06, 2015 06:02AM
dorsal fin of mirages.
Nothing's left that remembers
the racing sails' white dizziness.
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We have seen so much.
Reality has almost used us up
— Apr 05, 2015 09:38PM
Reality has almost used us up
Edita
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Two truths approach each other. One comes from within,
one comes from without-and where they meet you have the chance
to catch a look at yourself.
Noticing what is about to happen, you shout desperately: "Stop!
Anything, anything, as long as I don't have to know myself."
— Apr 05, 2015 09:27PM
one comes from without-and where they meet you have the chance
to catch a look at yourself.
Noticing what is about to happen, you shout desperately: "Stop!
Anything, anything, as long as I don't have to know myself."