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Apr 2012
I have stolen from everyone I know
I rip at the soul until it bleeds
On the ocean in the breeze
I swim frantically although I can’t move
I can no longer see
I hear the drumming of that old guitar
I look around but your to far
A ways into the wind
The deafening silence where no words are spoke
And sound is not my friend
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
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