10.4.09

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The notes by my back arise suspicion. The voice by my back turns the place into a conundrum of what I can at times distinguish since I try to converse. Words of nervousness for I ignore-how-to-go. The notes by my back recall how weird fishes have been sung to me. The voice by my back changes not the P-voice is as warm as a technicolour sea. The notes & voice by my back are gone. It don't matter since the one which matters is deep in my head.

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