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Swimming*
with
clothes
In the past I collected doubts, shame and pain.
Today I collect comfort for my comfort zone.
The colour of selfdetermination is red.
Happiness is too clever to be generated
with fake smiles.
Today I collect self determing boundaries.
To reach for the stars is never easy but ever work. The current idea of work is desperating and mesmerizing.
The mechanical man never will never reach the stars
as long as he wants to conquer Mars.
Sleep no longer wakes me up.
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