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walking the euclid street back home, my barber next to a tobacco store, where does the wind go in... in the still display window, the curtain swings gently, everything else stays still.

oh your face is ugly (my past), but does it matter, how can i not love you, you are the mother of now, my now.

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(note to self) if you think you're good you will be, if you think you are not , you won't, make that clear to yourself.

- i was asking to myself, will my soul running through so many soul splitters merge again, it seems like it has merged, slightly worrying if all the pieces are there yet, like soldiers checking if they have been shot after a run between shelters.

- a word came to my mind and i felt a stong need of writing it, with a pressure on my nerves, not a word that can have any significance, i feel relieved after writing it. is this the road to graphomania? i felt it today for the first time, it didnt repeat - not worrying about it, but it was interesting.