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Dec 2015
I listen to the songs they sing,
about the peace and the love,
about unity and compassion.
I stop,
and I hear nothing.
Why do you think they're always in my ears?
I keep them near to me.
artists are truly born somewhere other than earth,
they pass by on shooting stars
belting out their messages so sincere.
but does it actually hit earth,
or does it just turn to dust in the sky?
Have a great evening humans, and don't forget to comment:)
Dylan Whisman
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Dylan Whisman  20/M/Southern California
(20/M/Southern California)   
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