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Jan 2015
Silence befalls the ears with too much noise
when you're silent, people forget you're there
In my mind a thought sounds like a drop of water
Splashing against a puddle of its previously fallen predecessors
Followed by a high pitched ring of a tuning fork
As the muddled waves find their way back to a glassy flatness

Then all is silent again..
Ronnie James Corbin
Written by
Ronnie James Corbin  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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   indigo and ryn
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