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Time is standing still
as he lets the words flow
rolling off his tounge
in one mighty blow

Shut out memories,
the quiet sets in
to tear a ripped soal
stabbed from within

All seems to vanish
with the sweep of words
let tumble-

What was one
all just fell
forever in the mind
of a stranger known so well

Time is standing still
as he lets the words flow
rolling off his tounge
in one mighty blow

Jessi
Monkeytrouble88@aol.com


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