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| Blades |
6/24/2014
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I feel like grass that's been freshly cut.
Still there but not nearly quite as tall!
Something's missing from my life.
Or was there never really anything at all?
Silence can be louder than words.
Helicopters can be heard over the birds.
Spring comes after Winter and Fall.
One two and the third.
Good things come in threes.
Sunlight burns through the trees.
The breeze caresses the silent seas.
Have I put your mind at ease?
What else have you heard?
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