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Apr 2012
When the heart gives in trying,
The soul withers and dies.
The nose surrenders scent,
Vision stolen from eyes.
Ears gather white noise,
The tongue only dries.
The happiness we could have,
You struggle to find.
How I wish I could pierce...
Your exquisite mind.
Why on earth would you be with me?
When you know only of living in 2D?
Written by
Michael Sanderson
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