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Apr 2014
We are all lost in the noise of someone else's mind.
No one can hear
Because the words are too strong,
Stinking in our ears and
Blocking the sound of true
Dawn.
Wishing,
Wanting,
Waiting.
Willing to wait
For the one who can hear us,
Even when we can't hear ourselves
For all the noise,
The noise that is in someone else's mind.
Dwergmal Definition: Echoes from rocks.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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