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Places I Can Feel


When I walk into a room
I can see you smiling
I can feel you crying
When I walk into your room

When I walk into the woods
I can see Her smiling
I can feel her crying
When I walk into Her woods

When I walk into a crowd
I can see my blank expression
I can feel my own terror
When I walk into a crowd

How can I see so much
And be so blind
How can I feel so much
Yet not feel anything at all?

When I walk into my room
I can feel the emptiness
I can see the loneliness
I can rest in my little shelter

I can feel myself cry
But my eyes are dry
I can see myself bleed
But no crimson stains my skin
I can't feel a thing
And somehow that is best


(c) Mike Dedek 2001 :)
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