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Jan 2015
My house is loud until I leave it
If you’re quiet you can actually have a thought
Took no time for thought.  Just think
Now have thought.  Over think
To think and to have a thought are entirely different things
Thought turns to dark
Resort to dark trappings disguised in a white sheet
Maintain a proper guise
I'll just be quiet don't talk
Observe
Thought and fear makes my head freeze
Power lines with too much ice
My house is loud until I leave it
Written by
Addison Becker
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