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Jun 2013
It's not just mine.
There are differences, yes,
But it is still the same.
The words tell stories.
Possibly of caves or black holes,
Vines or the moon,
The meanings hidden from you.
It all connects, somehow.

The human experience continues
To be revealed.
More.
More is happening,
And everyone has their own words.
Some are the same as mine.

Some just need to tell. To get into peoples heads.
Some are healing themselves.
Some, like me, are searching. Wanting to be fully understood.

But, somehow, it all connects.
It is all the same.
The New Kestrel
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