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every morning i get restless. . .cups of coffee, fruitless journeys.permutations, combinations, situarions, i don't like that.walking pavements, full of faces.feel the whirlpool, fight against it.calling voices, low on choices, hidden forces.it's a full time occupation, going nowhere.think of somethingthink of somethingquick before the boat goes down.think of sometkingthink of something good.searching always for an answer.empty glasses vicious circles.permutations, combinations, complications.it's a full time occupation. . .reading papers, writting letters.words are always there to squander.see the moonlight, through the window,stop believing.it's a full time occupation. . .
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