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Dec 2012
Lets start again,
follow me and close your eyes
......

Lets start to
fall down
towards that misleading sign of scent
that smell of the translucent
you feel as if you should already know
Someone must have already told me
And I forgot.
And now I'm too afraid to ask
which is the right way
so I guess, and I don't use my eyes
they cry too much
and make everything seem important
when really its simple
its so simple that its insurmountable.
---
like choosing to breathe
like choosing to love
like choosing to live*

none of the three
are actually choices at all
but a surrender
A surrendering towards what she knows
that smiles
And she kindly waits
in the wings
her name often haunts people
like a bad repeating dream
yet it also holds their freedom
their kissess and their song
she is the liberator
the crusher
the mother
.
The Truth.
Daisy Chain
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Daisy Chain
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   Timothy
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