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# Outwards Silent
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What a stupid name for a poem.
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But unconcious fleetings demand to be written down.
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Untouched, unadulterated, and legit.
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I know not my intentions
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Have no plan for a flow
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a rhyme structure, theme, or even a message
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other than "be here now"
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So let's do that together, right now.
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3...
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2...
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1...
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We are now basking in the eternal precipice of NOW.
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What a strange, surreal feeling, like we're meant to be.
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Seperated in togetherness, together in time.
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The space between lives, the pause between sentences.
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The lexigraphical tounge twisters of yesterday's yore.
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Big words, what a bore.
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Tunnel vision set in, and the world is a blur.
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My Muse, my love, my music,
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Where hast thou gone?
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The silence is deafening, the void is vast.
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Some things, I suppose, are best left in the past.
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