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Mar 2013
IV.
and i suppose our words are nothing special
spoken at cafés and in the dead of night
in run-on sentences
whispered while others speak
and shouted when they are quiet
always meaning something more
or less
than what is really being said
we will not remember these words
for they are nothing special
but for now, they are everything.
Written by
Cass
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