Keep track of those who keep track
of those thoughts that don't want to
be spoken
The insight you never had
Constantly talking to you
Making you want more to
be spoken
Out in the open
Find yourself
A flower still
Attached to the ground
Shaking, shaking
Still frustrating
How will you ever
Be able to listen
To those unspoken
Words, so hard
To deliver
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1 July 2005
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