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feel
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When you can’t see you long to look
through wooden blinds, an open book
When you can’t hear you yearn to listen
waiting for falling snow to glisten
When you can’t speak you want to shout
tell Monsignor the hellhound’s out
When you can’t touch you need to feel
decide yourself whether love is real
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writtenbyedenbray03.03.2015
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
