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BlackBook #07/64 IDENTITY l o s s The reposition of myself was hitting me, when I saw you almost drowning in the crowd. With eyes like mine, forever young. My costume went to garbage, my mask burned away.

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PULSE IN STORMS. The inner feeling, the inner speaker and truth in expression. I stand for the endless, no gravity and expansion. Economics fascinate me. I share my chaos for more authenticity, for emotion