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Mar 2018
When I speak to you, you think I am contradicting -Myself-
But it is the same contradiction that is misleading -Us-
To the road of understanding.

A place where the leaves move according to the wind that blows
And the birds' synchronize their flying as they go.
A place where - I - will speak to you poetically,
And then -We- will never suffer because of them.
Written by
Keshawn Champagnie  24/M
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