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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've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
