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The smell of the end

Each day is a relay competition,

Questions are obstacles

My hands macular the present

And my writing the messenger to pass.

Alone in the lab,

My ideas are handed out by the world,

A community, a family, the adoptive parents.

ME +THE BLOG INFOGRA SHOP DOWNLOAD WORK TOGETHER

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