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sometimes feel better somtimes worse, just
as needy, compulsive, collecting. Picked up, penned in notebook, pocketed, bulging with precious treasure, safely kept stuffed, pulled out later for closer inspection, palmed off, like ripe fruit plucked, eaten in silence after noon, in heat in shade. Calm after feverish pitch, desperation released. Spent, wordless. Craving satisfied, no traces, save a pile of discarded notes.
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