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2d
Who's knocking at my window?
I hear you while I sleep!
Who dare disturb my own slumber!
Oh, it's just the birds,
The wind and the trees.
Still I resent my bed,
For the world wakes us for a reason.
Every startle in the night, every knock with no one there, and every call of your name in an empty room is the very soul of this world trying to keep you on the right path. You just have to listen.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
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