Draw breath from the space that lies between two stones A name settles in the mind No intended words for anyone as speech sounds in different tones A voice that was left behind Every new face met brings a first impression as each person Tries to reach in Turned away from the blind eye that intends not to hurt them And the rest lies within What was seen as pleasure is now a casual addiction That considers it’s choices The truth lies to far from the tales told as fiction No fear from the stray voicesBirth sign: Libra
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