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The Song of Purple Summer
Sunday, January 30, 2011
chances are
I cry,
for their pain
and that of
the world
(a formerly persistent happening)
but this time,
it's a bittersweet sorrow
with a knowing underneath
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Truth
chances are
after a day of silence
HOME
"we are the words"
a vessel
an elusive illusion
physical, astral, causal -- ONE
because it's open: enhanced
it's okay; shift
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Brittany
I watch, I learn, and I experience..taking in all my surroundings with an open mind.
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