[yet again]
I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost
within ominous waves
and purple clouds
foretelling evil
and wind,
that blows tears down my cheeks.
I cry because I thought I found you.
but I was mistaken.
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I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty. it was the first time I'd realized that. [Charles Bukowski - I met a genius]
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