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Feb 2016
Your voice echoes in my mind,
     But it sounds like chimes in the wind,
My image of you is restraining,
     Yet my spirit soars overhead.
If you sit back and pretend all you hear is silence...
...but if you lean forward,
It comes rushing to your head,
A sea painted red...
Matthew Dante Cosentino
Written by
Matthew Dante Cosentino  Merrick, NY
(Merrick, NY)   
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