

A Book With No ReaderThe moon is looking so big this night.. Its light is passing through my window..right into my sight.. I can hear people talking outside..maybe i shouldn't be listening.. Then again..who else can i listen to? I keep searching for something..asking this questions.. For what? none of it really matters i guess..does it? Its was those cold keys that only used to matter..that brown dry wood.. As i sat near my piano..the stories i could tell were never ending.. But today those stories have came to an end, you may call it a book.. Then again...who would read it?A Book With No Reader


SpeakSpeak to the man Speak to them Speak about the rules Speak about the blues Speak of the war Speak no more Speak when you're in vain Speak with your pain Speak to your soul What do you speak for?Speak
Someone seems to have found my password... I have changed it - hopefully it won't happen again!
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I might just lose my mind and rob a lace shop.
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It doesn't matter if you can or cannot, either way...you are right.
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I might just lose my mind and rob a lace shop.
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