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Issues

Here they come.

Grinding.
Grinding.

I cannot.

Hear.

I cannot.

See.

The trace you left.
The steps to take.

I keep falling
behind
my back.




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Publicerad 2012-11-24 17:16



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  Tarantaran
Exiting :)
My friend was lying on the ground
a sunny day when he saw a spider
approaching his body from the right
he turned a sumersault from lying
position backwards...without any
memory of that later on...but I saw
the whole thing..it was amazing..!
..without a trace of miracle the life
just moved on..step by step..later..
like nothing extraordinary ever
happened
2012-11-24
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