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Poetry. Stream of Consciousness. Spontaneity. Angst. Humor. Bliss. Regret. Comtemplation. Comfort. Fear. Hope. Love.
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Tuesday, February 18, 2003 :::
"I met a man locked away for things he hadn't done.
Innocence on a ball and chain, he'll never feel the sun
Again on his face or roses in his hands,
But when he smiled at me, I could understand:
"If you're free, you'll never see the walls.
If your head is clear, you'll never free fall.
If you're right, you'll never fear the wrong.
If your head is high, you'll never fear at all."
-an excerpt from "Exploder" by Audioslave
::: posted by AJBrotz at 3:21 AM
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