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human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.



Thursday, June 28, 2012

The gray void...


I am lost in this swirling grayness
of perpetual cloud,
which, every now and then,
spits rain in my face.
A cloaked figure
appearing in the mist
laughs at me
and vanishes.

Feb 18, 1997

(This is one of the least noxious bits that I had written in the notebook I found the other day.)

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