But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them.