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Jan 2017
You are not the pen; you are the ink.
You are not your thoughts; you do not think.
The mind might be perpetual violence,
But you are the tranquil silence.

You are the watcher, you are not the mind.
You are the stillness; you await behind.
The possessing entity has you mistaken,
But become aware and you’ll awaken.
Wilson Knapp
Written by
Wilson Knapp  Newport Beach
(Newport Beach)   
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   Arabella
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