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Mood:
mockingly silent song of intermittant thought riding the wind
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tangled vocal chordalnodule

unwillingly

oh now oh yes now and then too:

how I ring up and down the bell scales of my
mind

meanwhile the silences come out
the silence comes out again

a warm and moist softly breathing breeze quickly turns chill while
bending the paths of motes
descending in the sunshine of my memory,

old dreams left in forgotten paths
all leading back to you again

blown out of the tumult
the chaos and perplexity
of my loudly pounding heart

chambered emotable gunshots

meant for your deafening ear


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