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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Postcard to Alice #60111-2

I’m blinded by my own promises and words. There’s this distance from what I want to know and what I want to find out. Little words of nothing but with so much meaning. Here it is, a solid path for sentences which is all written but never said.

I choke all the time but not of fear.

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