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Feb 2015
curled around wisps of soul make their way out through the windows
onward travelling in all directions and none
the dissipation of steam evaporation
silent invisible life of the poets song
sings in tune with the tuneless time of history
the present moment gone and come around again
curled around wisps of soul make their way out through the windows
onward travelling in all directions and none.
Written by
nivek
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