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Asperger

the speedphone in your head sparky and light trailed as a dancer with closed steps you open doors in the night, sometimes a ghost, a lost thought your pages are torn and mixed, burnt as a nut, you`re a paperchase of loose clues, brillant and wild, running with the comets to dawn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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