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Apr 2018
I strain my ear
to hear
a song that has never been written.
To hear it I need to explore
the innermost depths of my soul.
The song is me
and if I do not know it,
then how can I know myself?
And if I do not know myself,
how can I know another?
Joseph Sinclair
Written by
Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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