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Communication

Communication/ medium of the mind Improper transfer; difficult time; Gears and pistons fire steadily Words are formed and jump out readily Filtered or not; good or bad A possible high, or impossible sad An idea new, bright, and free A rain cloud of dark, of which you can see The freedom erupts! The face celebrates The storm corrupts, the eyes retaliate A perilous game played (by two) together An exchange we somehow all get through A skill we improve with each Endeavour
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aaron-driver
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Sep 18, 2012
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