People utter promises
like fitful dreams,
some may stick with you forever,
others are blown as fast as thoughts into the wind.
Some like to speak there thoughts, like infernos twisting away as tornados do. Some write them, piles and piles of
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sketched onto the page as they form mountains. Whats a thought without someone to pass it
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Now what's a promise when it's not kept? Is it anything at all? Is it as absent as the air is in outer space? Looks so real but as soon as you breathe it in, no breath is heard, no
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safe.