View Blog    The Rising Tide The wind blows back memories of indifferent souls The scent of indifference, the whisper of the middle The wind blows back extremist opposition A foggy unwillingness, A distant sight of closure The wind blows back my hair and I am released Sprung free, fleeing Starbucks and taking a stand A stand against the rising tide of conformity.     Posted by Kovo on 2008-04-27 22:12:21 | Rating: | Views: 51     Email This to a Friend Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image                 Print This Blog Post     Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments Nothing found Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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