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By Neurosine
Intertwined with the infinite, askew trying to see past the crack in the lens. Gone away is that piece of me, left with only the rythem and rhyme of one or another abstraction. Just anticipating the next interest, wasteful distraction, at my fingertips. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 09:35 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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