" Senses when Blind"

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I am surrounded in darkness, but I am not alone.

I can hear the breathing of other’s silent voices,

like the echo’s of past memories in the hall of lost hopes and dreams.


I can smell the stale odor of many bodies stuck together,

like the remnants of dirty socks under your brother’s bed.



As I sit I can feel the smoothness of the floor, and picture

sand sifting between my toes. As I walk across an endless

beach to nothing and nowhere.





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