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Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Stop At The Stairs
The corners looked good. I saw that he stole
my gloves. They ask each other and use soft voices.
The music a machine the trade-off somewhat
chaotic. Not quite awake and not quite sleeping.
The lake was always there. Sometimes bothering.
So cold. Swimming only an idea most times.