December 2009
11 posts
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Emotion sifts through my fingers, not as sand does, but as smoke, drifting through a reflection….
Silence could heal, can kill, and can deliver our worst fears. Drifting…
Since when has this broken melody had a color?
Forever the observer, never the leader. Ideas flow easily through this hollow tunnel, echoing lyrics of change.
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