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Mar 2012
I may now possibly believe
but I'm still on the fringes of doubt.
What will push me off the edge?
What will pull me back onto the ledge?

I don't know if I heard your voice
not through my ears, no, I don't know
it's a confusing mess, no less
but it's worth the time I invest

they call you by all kinds of names
they say you've handed over your words in a book
how can I find you on my own?
with all these obstacles that I am shown?
Written by
Kenneth Fox
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