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Friday, 9 May 2014
I SAW HORSES RUN
there is no joy in objectivity a place to visit but antiseptic anyway we're Crazy People and must fall down one side of the fence sooner or later - for our Health either into brown quagmire or beds of bluebells Crazy People arent built for elevated splinters of denial and indecision or nervous false superiority
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