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May 2013
If there is nothing more to hear
within-
you say,
If there is not a single sound surrounding
us in the silence-

why then-
how then did this come about?

I laugh out loud and drop
my pencil on the floor

and suddelny remember-
in a rush of colors-
all the beauty of those noises that so long irritated me.
Me
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Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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