i found beside my right hand
my black nail clipper.
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- you have learned
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- return trip.
- lost in beijing.
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- bruising haiku
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- undernourished.
- prompt: life lessons. hamburger, Grand canyon, xray
- clouds, the well contained fire in the sky.
- i think sometime about two days ago the washing ma...
- no one else is allowed to call me that and get awa...
- how to disappoint.
- call me again.
- cycles of captivity and freedom is what we do.
- happy flying, i love you
- two weeks to forget the downpours at bedtime.
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