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I'm beginning to understand  my idea of wonderland.

less judgement more pigment

not quite so brutal not quite so crucial

just a happy middle of dribble and drizzle. the in-between  of the guillotine and the byzantine. 

not quite so brave not quite so grave

less pressure more endeavor

I'm ending this wasteland. I'm running with the minute hand.

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