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Apr 2010
blue birds sing in the morning light,
lovers walk because it feels so right,
I close my mouth but open my heart,
to anything that is willing to come inside,
the silence to me is normal,
but then again I am the opposite,
I am unique
I am...different
yes, I am me
but is that normal?
Is that like the blue birds singing?
or the lovers walking?
I think not!
This is because they too are not normal.
Neither is the morning light
or the path of which the lovers walk upon.
A hard concept for those who ARE normal!
(But not really)
Written by
Alexa Sz
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     Aiden L K Riverstone and Alexa Sz
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