Chris Townsend


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I have nothing to prove nothing to say,
This moment in time, a cold and bitter day,
I hear the movement but I cannot see,
These feelings revolving around the inner me,
I throw the stone to make the ripple start,
My feelings tossed aside, my broken heart,
Quiet voices whisper in my ear,
As my ghosts, rip at my skin, blood to tare,
I step quietly for I fear that from beneath my breath,

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