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Outside Our Bedroom Window
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Unpublished pieces
If we whisper,
as so many do,
do we become silence?
We always seem to
be defining ourselves,
re-evaluating
every brain cell.
We're still climbing
the mountain of doubt,
pretending we
believe one another.
The bird of the night
is singing
outside our bedroom window.
I'll open the window
and throw a rock at it.
A profound piece of work..
A profound piece of work.. you gave me a very good read
Vive le Quebec libre!
Awesome! I will ponder this
Awesome! I will ponder this for awhile.