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May 2014
my head is a canyon,
deep, intricate, and tall.
a river runs through the bottom,
tumbling, whirling, destroying.
i hear those voices
laughing, cackling, bellowing.
**echoing
liza
Written by
liza  silver spring
(silver spring)   
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