Wednesday, March 4, 2009

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Unique it’s intensity
Complete, individuality
Originally designed for me
Only here informally

This spirit which possesses me
Makes me know the best of me
My own originality

It dreams not my destiny
But accepts reality

This voice I’ve heard
Soft, chirping, bird
Comes to me

This voice I’ve heard
In unspoken words
Awakens me

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