Sunday 21 February 2021

Klaus Høeck: 'My Heart', p. 445

  

     i play things all ex

tremely coOl though everything's

     at stAke the whole tiMe

 

     and DurinG the few 

moments (very few) that mean

     nothing at all i

 

     am bushy tailed and

raring to go - which is a

     bit strange in a way

 

     but the converse on

the other hand would be quite

     intolerable

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