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Nov 2015
It always seems to me that my voice gets shuffled and muffled along with every other sound out there
And my words are often lost and taken from me before I'm ready to part with them
But my patience is something I need to work on, because I just can't keep them inside my mind long enough to make sure I've chosen them correctly

My sound may be blended smoothly with the surrounding noises,
But he hears me
So as far as I'm concerned,
the rest of the world can continue in my silence
I make poetry out of everything because of you.
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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