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1.05.2004
those barking thoughts
thats the word
undone
nothing doing
comes around the bend
never a neon always
disidentified
embracing a majestic
desire with fangs
around a universal
doing and nothing
expanding boring
for the future nothing
every last one
and nothing shiny new
big tomorrow
going on about nothing
then one more
it ends in bits
starts again
and then
statistics
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