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Everything you do is strange and distant,
Taking people by the hand.
You have a forcefield so persistent,
Making it seem so unplanned.
Sitting down you smoke your pipe,
Blowing circles left and right.
Mindless noise is not your type,
In it you find no delight.
No one knows what’s in your mind,
Your eyes reveal just mysteries.
Everyone tries hard to find,
Your past and future histories.
Mysterious Soul
© Copyright: Аделина Грант, 2014
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