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Jul 16, 2016

Before they spoke my name
I existed in a place where words had no meaning
Everything existed on purpose
We were all connected
Each of us was all of us
and all of us were unique
For without each individual there could be no whole
what is now called living was once called flowing
my being explained my doing
and my doing did not define me
words now cross my lips
meanings cloud my mind
my doing confuses my being
when I emerged into this world
this piece became the whole
separated from the all
all became unclear
the flow forgot to flow
words were needed to define
meanings became necessary to explain
it all seemed to happen
when they spoke my name.


Dreamcatcher BF
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