Acadia Bloom

November 20, 1980 - New York
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What will people say?
That's the prison you and I live in
Afraid to speak up
Words trapped inside
Can't seem to find their way out
There is no path
Only dense fog
But the words must go
Outside, into the world
From the walls of your mind
Either there are no words
Or there are just too many
The blankness will settle slowly
Until everything reeks of nothingness
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