Revival

Revival

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The words I write on a the blank canvas of my journal do not mean anything to anyone until the eyes stop reading the words and instead the ears hear the words I scream out to you. #83 (7/27/16)
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poetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .

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