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5/22/2006, 12:20 PM
that which passes through everything
somewhere underneath i see the seed of something growing fast i can sense it, underneath when i am sleeping deep i see the bright of something inside me i can sense it deep, i see in the sounds of air, i see whispers in the lips of ghosts i can sense it in the air in the rhythm of a dream in the air of breathing sleeping underneath my feet is the emptiness i am achieving in their whispers all i hear are the sounds of light in me i can hear it through the air
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