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Jul 2013
Shivers down my spine
I try to be true
To myself, and wonder,
Where is the line
And what is under.

Crumbling my words
Away like the wind,
Nothing else was there
But flowers and birds…

… Even to begin.

My senses flow
Like free strings
Full of glow
Which the sun

Brings.

Awake, I am now,
Of those foolish dreams,
Only with my mind to allow
The fest of the silent screams.
Alice Lost
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