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Jul 2013
Buildings rise and fall to the sound of our heartbeats
Once in awhile my skin tingles to the thought of
Not being able to tell the difference between
My feeling and your feeling
Your skin or my skin
All the billions of eyes, still can't see it all

I want to be good to everyone and everything
It seems so impossible but I need to figure out how
I can't hate myself any longer
I'll spend my life trying to embrace life
The murmur of our dreams forever in the background
Born of space and sound
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