What have I done? And Who have I become?
And Why do I catch glimspes of you in my eyes...you who I buried so long ago?
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"I have found a way to speak without talking, and they have found a way to listen without hearing..."
Let's Be Still
"I have found a way to speak without talking, and they have found a way to listen without hearing..."
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- Rozlyn
- I am a writer and a poet. I write what I know; what I know is not limited to my own experiences nor my own knowledge. I have found a way to speak without talking...Please contact me for inquiries about Ghost Writing: rozzeldozzel@gmail.com
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