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| birds chirp car engines run metal clangs clouds shift water runs swiftly I feel.... nothing. I feel not, a friend next to me, I feel not, the warmth of a special person, I feel not, the compassion I have to give, I feel not, the compassion I once received, I feel alone. I feel this hard bench and humidity. -daniel Wade |
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