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Cold, cold water.

I, like a boat adrift. Water, water, and water.
My body hurts. I'm tired now.
Sometimes I think my head is not coming to fruition. Other times I think it is the only port which can be reached. Others, other times I think it's the only one who wants it. Other only fleet.
Still has not sunk. Yet.

" wreck is not sinking."

Ya. Before


wrote poems. Before things recounted. Before. Before.
The last poem was a ghost. Anyway, I usually like to teach. Perhaps because they are too impersonal. Perhaps because they are too personal. Perhaps because there are too poems.
" Write." Now it is imperative to a certain owner. "Write "
Vale. Why?. I do, you see. If not for the opposite take.
Is writing for me to read? Why would say something?
No one says anything.
Say something.


" You can not paint an elephant remove as good as she ."
Prince is like a metamorphosis. As a rundown Prince.


Water. It's raining. The rain, at times, reminds me of you . Especially not today. I am more than blankly. From looking at infinity. Of finding nothing in the infinite.

I have been finishing the infinite.

sometimes comes into my head so that the shot in the neck I'm going to take anyway.
Sometimes I wonder what it will import.


more bitterness.
As he put salt on food.


"Or just mildly free ."


And who the hell will be. And why rarely say anything. Talk
.




Sleep, Do not weep.
So Do What You Must do to find yourself.