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the invisible voice
the words will echo from my fortune cookie fortress.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Chaos.
Doesn't exist to the unlistening.
Though every speck of dust is truth,
every breath, a choice.
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October 19, 2011 at 6:39 AM
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