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Dear mr. G., I'm sloppily manufactured good the kind of you don't want it to be exposed to the view the kind of piles up in humid warehouse tacitly humiliated collusively dehumanized even that feeling of having price attached was never introduced and I've heard the story about 20 dollar bill that doesn't loose its value no matter what yet, here I am unpriced magnitude of my role is reduced to bidding for detour and what if no one ever unpacks my pages what if ... is this reticent predestination my real path or instructions are misplaced give them an order I'm patiently waiting for refinement Kind regards S.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 9/7/2016 4:26:00 PM
An intriguing poem, Sanja...I really did rather enjoy it! My best regards. :) john P.s A much deserved seven for originality.
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Date: 9/7/2016 4:38:00 PM
Thank you :) :) :)