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Mar 2013
When silence becomes everything but
and friends walk in strangers' shoes,
time slows and yet moves
beyond mere comprehension,
should you be worried?
Maybe when confusion murders reason
and takes the crown to amazing applause from onlookers
and sightseers, which only leads to dreams
becoming reality, will you be worried.
Because without reason the dreams never were,
they simply are
- nightmares.
Insanity starts to make sense
and one brown eyed girl cries
tears of compassion for what
will never be the same again.
Adrienne Childers
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Adrienne Childers
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   ---, Margrett Gold and Chuck
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