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Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Sometimes...

Sometimes no matter how much I want to write I cannot. Sometimes no matter how much I want to speak I cannot. Sometimes all that is expressed is silence. I think sometimes that is ok.
Posted by ImprovisedDreaming at 3:45 AM
Labels: Poetry

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