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this day: 15/6/09
District 7:45am
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Inkless-it's a crime strengthened by graphite candy canes and silver piped speckled squares. Black and whites, gray finger prints. Pressed intently reading and fading into the oblivion of the tissue offerings of paper.
Crinkle cries. A stream from pores of the girl in the corner. Craving distractions, a delusion, pressure and pain. Press into the green and blues.
Bumping and swaying like in strobe lights of a journey through portals. Mystery man tied tight across, dances in place. Flexing and stretching, squishing feet and the brightest blues. A smerk of Guess Who lips and tricks. A costume by day and possible mohawk by night. The trains race.
I am f r o z e n. I am frozen in the bliss. Impatience. Uncertainty of healing.
Maroon Mondays.
MIND YOUR HEAD.
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