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in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate dreams and passions on white screens with pens as instruments our symbolisms remain and you and I look for rhythm within or ups and downs and you and I are lost between the dark and the mornings like ships not knowing where there is any port like the white between       innocent lines          of life          is meant fact without an audience we listen.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
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in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate dreams and passions on white screens with pens as instruments our symbolisms remain and you and I look for rhythm within or ups and downs and you and I are lost between the dark and the mornings like ships not knowing where there is any port like the white between       innocent lines          of life          is meant fact without an audience we listen.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
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