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Rachel T Jul 2015
Chatter.
Chime.
Twinkle.
Rustle.
Sounds of Night no one tries to hear.
Listen...
The grass chatters,
The wind chimes,
The stars twinkle,
The leaves rustle.
It is a pity that not many have the open mind to hear.
just sit and listen
Rachel T Jul 2015
Flying high above the clouds
I feel free
I land ******* the ground of reality
So little time, so much to do
I cannot waste it, I must fight to be free.
I will fight this sickness
I will climb the tree of hope
I will reach the leaves of peace
Fight for a Cure

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