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You gesture to your signs
a language I don't understand
just paint arranged on boards
this shaken fence set to hold
trapped and kept in unwilled
This dust settles in all corners
a second skin grimy and rough
all the more to make me say
I want OUT
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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