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Aug 2010
My chest is full and heavy:
I barely breathe
Until I arrange my fleeting thoughts,
and let my feelings swim.
When listening and watching life
My voice is often mute,
until a cloak-ed pen awakens,
and simple words align.
Pushing  aside raw feelings,
I live life vicariously,
as senses come alive.
Copyright Heather Mirassou
Heather Mirassou
Written by
Heather Mirassou  California
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