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Nov 2015
What I see I cannot describe for another
You will never see what I see, I will never see
What you see

Do you agree?
The body speaks
And so we meet
Time fades, nothing matters
Our colliding lives, passionate
Souls creeping through the eyes
Where we lie
Being, beginning
Being and end
Words begin again
To bend
Loving, fighting
Breathing, believing
Time again, and again
A gain
My dream
You are
Miranda Mack-Jackson
Written by
Miranda Mack-Jackson  28/F/Maine
(28/F/Maine)   
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