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Saturday, May 7, 2011

On the verge

I'm talking with someone whom I do not know.
And in the air there is a fear that flutters and it's on the verge of getting into my bones.
I try to smile. If I touch something I bite it.
The girl is using trousers by John Bartlett.
The same thing might not be happening.

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