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SOLILOQUY
I think, therefore I am confused.
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Saki
closet poet, moon-gazer, soliloquist, daydreamer.
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Sunday, July 25, 2010
no quick-fix
cracks never fully mend, i find. grime has a way of finding itself into the most carefully held-together spaces and lodges there. being whole again is just an illusion; shattered easily at sudden moments.
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