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Aug 2015
Your words flow through me like the soothing of the sweetest honey.
Whether they be coarse and withered like hard working branches
Or like the raindrop during a sunny shower of rainfall
So thought provoking
Yet they choke me
and here i lay gasping for breath
waiting to intake your sent which is my only oxygen
Dream out Loud
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Dream out Loud  nowhere, lost
(nowhere, lost)   
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   --- and Polar
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