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Sep 2014
without noise, i'd have nothing to block out the regrets.
without noise, i'd have nothing to block out the failures.

we sleep in each others' arms.
enjoying the cacophonous solitude.
i'd have no answers, nor questions.

i'd be at peace.

but i'd miss my friend who balanced me.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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