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Feb 2016
Thoughts are bubbles;
Drifting.
Always changing;
Shifting.
Words are concrete;
Permanent,
Limiting,
Determinate.
The mind can think and feel.
The mouth can only steal
the morsels that the brain creates;
the lips then mutilate.
Dreams with totipotency
crash to Earth woefully.
If we dictated
what our minds have slated
rather than the deplorable mess
that comes out more often than less,
A different world we would live in.
With ample free thought to swim in.
We'd drink it in, not spit it out.
We'd coexist, express our doubt.
Put an end to censorship
and start a human relationship
Kelynn
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Kelynn
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   Gracie Knoll and ---
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