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The most incomparable - I experience is - when I'm amazed -
but just then - I have great desire to share -
to mediate the most buttery piece -
but mostly - I'm able to transfer only some quiet - lightly terrified 
volatile rustle - which - so painfully few - resembles my inner storm

- actually also now -                                  o
I'm floating here - as that lost gray balloon from car usels







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