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I used to write poetry
The space between open eyes lone notes open forms magnified photographs. The line in thought stretched from my brow to your index finger reverberates, oscillates, mandates that i see you, again behind soiled glass i want to sense you more than see you and when the glass is cut broken the shock of your face will be like a bolt of current in space
Waking up isn’t necessarily my first choice. It’s the default...– Klein Hoitz
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You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish....– Robert Louis Stevenson