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Jun 2013
i've never been a talker
i am not one to ramble on,
sharing the details of your personal life and your experiences;
that, to me, is the most foreign concept

i'd like a talker though
someone to fill in the blank spaces
between my obnoxiously busy thoughts and self deprecation,
perhaps, for once, to make me want to share my hidden faces

it is like putting together a puzzle
we are all searching for that one piece,
a piece to fill in the fair amount of space we are born with.
we cram them in, desperately, bending the edges
so that they seem like they may fit

-but they do not and eventually that is what we must admit.
mk
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   Whitney and Hamad
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