Dead Trees and Ink
A collection of simple musings.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Silenced
Are there no answers to my questions?
Does my breath fall on apathetic ears?
I am burning and no one sees.
There is no end to the turbulence until you choose.
Do you see I am not hiding it, here it is!
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