lectoraviva @ 2010-12-12T17: 59:00
I collected lots of empty pill blister packs of cards and depleted underground floor of my room. so my time could be measured. I think of you a scarf and give it to you for Christmas, I think to write poems with a bic pen through the body. each step seems a success, and yet I'm still in the starting line.
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