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I heard a whisper,
whisper this:
"hit, or miss?"
I heard a cry,
pleading to understand,
WHY?!
I heard screams,
begging to be told,
what ..
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I told you I hate the thought of burning alive;
You promised you'd never let me die.
Said you'd keep me warm,
but guarded from the flames.
Then yo..
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Father, please find me.
I have gotten lost, in the arms of strangers.. tangled up in a webbed castle around me, built up with the words of false ..
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I was scrawling the story of a fairy tale across pages in a diary, whilst you were etching the deepest scars across every inch of this delicate body.
..
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Running...
away from a shadow,
attached to this physical form.
To find me?
Crawling...
from this heat
of the sun upon my back.
To hide me?
..
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Do you think you could dig a little deeper?
could you twist that knife a little tighter?
I wouldn't ask, it's just..
I don't like to be incomplete..
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What's the point?
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Hear me.
Heed this:
I am here.
Come forward...
The path will guide You,
to where I wait,
at the fore front of Your mind.
You've seen truth,
..
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I have no idea what I'm on about in this poem.
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Like the leaves on the trees,
we blossom in the summer
and fall in the autumn.
Changing with the seasons,
uncovering new reasons,
To be.
Growing..
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