Nov
16
2012
The Art Of Listening
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How I wish a piece of glass would be upon your brow.
How I wish I could look inside and see your thoughts somehow.
How I wish I could see your heart and know what lies in there.
How I wish its mysteries were exposed and just laid bare.
All the private thoughts and dreams are tucked away inside.
Packaged very neatly…how easy it is to hide.