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Dec 2012
Amongst the crowds of moving feet I make my way inside
And all the while trying not to hinder precious lives
The push and pull of all their weight has brought me to my knees
It's here beneath the cloud of flesh I supplicate my needs
They're pouring out, become the sea of water for the drink
I'm holding on, I start to float, oh help me not to sink
Living words don't fail me now, I fear I've said too muchΒ Β 
But there are reasons I won't name that feelings cannot touch
So I will speak until I'm mute, if ever that should be
With seasoned tongue so full of salt to justify my plea
Hear me now or hear me not, the choice is always yours
My voice may crack but I believe I'm holding open doors
Come inside and stay with me, I welcome every soul
Let your body shed its skin and extricate the old
You are free, don't let them say that you are dead and gone
The place you've been for all this time is not where you belong
We talk to anyone, to everyone.
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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