The April rests as its functional existence to be a transitional ambiguity of state...
Between the deviated measurements of the coldness of sensation, the month remains a short and insignificant state of nothingness. Displacement among Hong Kong, Swiss and France, the dislocation maintains its restless state of self-consciousness. It's a struggling moment of forgetting and hoping. In a paralysed motion to go forward, the functional mind forgets the remembrance.
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