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Apr 2013
This dark place gets consumed by my wandering thoughts
All its sounds and spare parts construct the fires up north
Like a ship in the port, it's cargo unloaded
The words on the wall find themselves decoded.
I take a step outside of myself and walk around this room
I sit so I can stand the weight of its tune
I sing along with lips that hold dear to each other
A song that would cause even silence to wonder
Claudwell
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Claudwell  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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