Street fact
Somewhere colour exists without any help from me or you.
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Another morning fills the space like a riddle that has to do with my bed, my sleep, my closed eyes. It’s me, the empty carcass, talking and mending things, getting them back in line, just to suck their energy and mine in the process. Another morning like a final verdict. It is as usual the judge who wins and he calls this a win-win situation. Hence I will soon get out of bed and back in my own line.
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