Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, July 23, 2010
Who Are You?
I ask you who you are, and you tell me your name, even though it is probably not exclusive to you. So you pile all of your existance into the nearest label available, because you have no answer to my question and I wonder who knows who you are?
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