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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Do not judge my intellect
Do not judge my intellect
By all these words of sorrow
My heart is yesterday while
My mind is in tomorrow
My heart cries out the loudest
But my mind, it rarely speaks
Sorrow must release itself
But ideas are mine to keep
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