Aspies For Freedom

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I tiptoe on the breeze you don't see me coming
I whisper in your ear "I am here" but you don't notice
I walk out of the open door to be seen never more
My existence is nothing but a blur to you

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Very expressive and quite moving, i i realy like the imagery. Great poem, keep up the good work. Smile
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