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Nov 2014
White walls and dark light, in corners. Listen closely, listen closely.

Jumping jumping jumping jumping jumping in remembered things.

Listen closely, listen closely.

When feeling low under sky with breezes of sadness

falling from the chin. Listen closely, listen closely.


                                            When Listening is Loud.
John Paul
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John Paul  Nashville
(Nashville)   
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