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Alive I scream at the silent world. [Jan. 10th, 2017|12:18 am]
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In the good struggle, the shallow breath.
The loved one.
Timeless an eternity to play.

Explore the edges of the mindfield and the bombastic ideas impacting robustly.
Chimes and times against the sideways smiles of mad cats.
Alive, Alive, I scream.
The world is so silent now.

The box has become tighter even the lovers no longer know themselves.
When shall I see my hands as my own again?
When will I hunt and gather in those jungles and plains, a life where we mattered to each other?
A life where we cared.

This is the life I live one breath at a time.
As much for the other as myself.
They are cold, so I am cold.
They are me and I am them.

I look at my hands and I see them as my own and the hands of all others.
I look at the blue sky and know that to some it is not blue still I know them as myself.

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