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Aug 2014
My words, devoid of meaning, are
scratches in the absence of creation, are
tides influencing the oceans of existence
to wash away the footsteps of
yesterday's misguided directions,
to drown out the deafening silences
with the sound of crashing cascades.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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