Transporting I am not naive. Always relentless in my journey towards caffeine in my bloodstream and non-fatal overdoses of feeling. Imagine a world where words were contraband, in a dustbin with the Americanisation of a dream and common sense. I am the over-thinker, competing against sugar tongues and acid lips. Words can never be contraband. How can one fly without them?
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