Nov 14, 04
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things of minds
Things of minds,
nothing to escape. Full of feeling Truth\ Dare[ emotion Believe/ Hearing all the unsaid Feeling all the hidden Truth of a fallen Fallen truths of the many Might of the few Honor of forgotten past still clinging to the future Never to return? Never was. Replaced by the black, inner feelings, inner mass of- what- Nothing, pure and beautiful empty. Always Flexing stoicisms, -from fear- why? Needing the ever unfor- -giving]. Continuing for- ever watching You Us Them All Everything. 
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Nov 15, 04
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this poem reminds me of when i was a jib tech.
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