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if I could go there
for the utter silence to listen to my heart beat if I could go there to forget the sound of your voice its empty I love you if I could go there to forget the heartache I must again fend for myself if I could go there to scream, unheard, in anguish if I could go there to forget the beauty of a rainbow the gold pot has melted into despair outer space would welcome me with new languages to speak of love with new sounds to fill the void with new marvels to heal my heart with new peace to weaken my sorrow with shiny shooting stars of promise but I can't go out there to this space of timelessness I am anchored in my imaginary visions where the real world grabs so tightly I want to spin forever like a new planet in the darkness lit by starlight where a millions of rays of hope are caught in the blackness of nothing... but my mortality has already rendered me extinct if I could go there 20 april, 2006 for Writer's Cramp Received Honorable Mention
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