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Jun 2013
Yelling

Against the roar of confusion.

Chaos is the base chord

With which everything harmonizes

I cannot help but to think

The observer of our universe

Silently watches and listens

Fighting the urge to cover his eyes

And block his ears.

Tears streaming down an immortal face.
Screaming Wallflower
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Screaming Wallflower  between dreams
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