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Jun 2016
If I just stood
Blank expression
No words at hand
Just a soul alone
A broken soul
Would you feel compassion
Do you see what is whole?
Must I create
Must I awake the dead
Or would this be enough
Silently standing
Not even a touch

When you watch me
Do my eyes speak
Can you hear me
Over your minds own condition
Can you feel
What is not seen?
I spill truth
For my soul is not clean
I am brave
I know you are the same
Allow the walls to cave
For we all are falling down.

We are loudest when we are silent now.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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