

SensesI can see trough glass and stone- does this means i'm all alone? My flawless heart needs a glance just a site of the only chance,Senses
I can hear trough lies and seas- it sounds like i'll have no peace. My conscience sings march of war but i'm steady like never before.
I can feel trough flesh and bone a new fear or an old one - unborn. My courage burns inside my soul. I'm terrified but walking tall.
I can taste both fists and sweet from sugary smile to sour defeat. My naive tounge will never learn
that words are useless, they turn.
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Repeat after me.
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"Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What's a sun-dial in the shade?"
- Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)
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"Hide not your talents, they for use were made. What's a sun-dial in the shade?"
- Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)
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