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life can mean life,

but death is forever.

love is a feeling,

but so is pleasure.

There's words and actions,

which can bring you to your knees.

The muted whispers,

while you lip read the meanings,

which lie beneath.

Figuring out what does all this mean,

in the mind of the confused.

A Bermuda  triangle of communication,

mishaps and singing the blues.

Of tales you wish to share,

with someone who dosen't have a clue,

round in circles, back and forth,

with no clear understanding of where we belong.

Just tell me to quit,

if my words are wasted.

As the precious air I breathe,

is been used to tell you,

my secrets and aspirations.......