I scamper and search again to where coffee breaks rooted…. my colonial hide, my unspeculated commotions, my intangible ego, my horror, my tribe, my schizophrenic youth, passion on its last breath, obscenities, apprehensions, my favorite teacher, squareroots, math?, my intrinsic definition, lovesongs, phonecalls, ……i talk myself back to myself….SANITY is just a state of mind of the one who owns it, i MAY not be CRAZY
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