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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 am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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