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chaotic
peace
Can you tell I'm trying hard to trace your scent, the one that the wind has carried across city, the country, and the world? It's a chaotic place, but don't you find it peaceful at the same time? It's strange, yes, I know.
Shhh... Don't say a word. The wind is trying to say something.
Good night!
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come closer
slowly
I left work early today only to park my ass in front of another computer to idly stare at the white screen of another empty notepad document. It's almost too creepy how comforting this is. It's like you're having a deep telepathic conversation with it. Oh I get it, it's an open invitation to the cookoo's nest. It must've been at least an hour because the playlist did a loop already. Sigh.. So much for retiring from an "unproductive" day...
Or perhaps the gay bar was too much for me. Though I really had a gay time.
Wanted: Nuh
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