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Tuesday, August 23, 2005
" The one with the obsessive writing ; 2:48 PM "

Every noise and every sound
doesn't make sense until it is found
Every space and desert
makes its own way
you just can't insert

Why do we always wonder
What'd make us great and surrender?
Why the almost whispers into my ear
That every touch and breath is near

--
So then again
We're feeling the pain
We cry out loud
It just remains
Why do we
Bear silent words
Why aren't we free
Like flying birds..

Just think before it all
Why we wonder why the wonder falls?
Just breath
The air is forever
Together
To let us
Be us








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