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November 24, 2012
By DoubleHeart GOLD, Neosho, Missouri
DoubleHeart GOLD, Neosho, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"I am of the wind whos sound is heard, yet none can tell from whence it comes or where he goes."


The muggy stream of conscience
Drifts leisurely through our minds.
Barely breaching acquaintance,
Our existences are blind.
Through clichés of who and why
Within the chorus line we hide.
Away from uniqueness we shy,
And from individuality we resign.
Our expressions are identical
To each thought and every line.
We're convinced it is biological,
To stay unquestioningly benign.



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