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Dec 2016
I’m looking at people
lost in the rushing universe
I’m only a drop of time
in a gust of eternity
I’m searching for the truth
in the music of things
wandering in the world
like a blind bird.
Written by
Anna Banasiak
568
   Doug Potter
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