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he was overawed by the lives of the two and the connections that grew through them; but one had never even considered him worth an honest word and the other never caring to clarify if his life was just a clown's act in their amphitheatre or something else,
probably he was just a speck of dirt, screaming out in his insignificance.
probably he was just a speck of dirt, screaming out in his insignificance.
posted by lev at 4:45 AM
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is he living in the dream of their life, or just projecting his fantasy into the percieved reality of `them`.
sounds and words they should hear, share. he does. feelings not his own but what flow from them fuel his landscapes.
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