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Dec 2015
Baby, hit that space bar
one more time and give me
something deep to embark.
You're not the only one trying
to find some peace of mind
locked away behind these
falling lines.

Pretty little words filled
with all sorts of quirky verbs.
They're like Lego's resting on
your chest - building blocks
of distress you could never resist.

Take my hand and fly away
let the keys open your heart
and expose it to the world within.
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what a waste
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