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Jul 2014
We live in a world of closed eyes
Where scars tell the tales we fear to whisper.
Plagued by empty words
We seek lonely bliss.
Sly judgement motivates no end of silent torment.

Open eyes let out a scream
Heard by those squinting through the miasma
A hand shake blessed with assurance.
To be is to love.
To love is to be there.
Written by
Jacob Green
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