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Am I?
An Abashment, Am I? Angel
To my Troubled Tears?
Leaving them Linger, Live Long
a Life Lacking Love?
a World of Wounds that Wakes
What never Wanted to Wake?
’Wait’, Word that Weakens
Every Ember of Ecstasy
Shaking, Shivering, Screaming
my Lifeless tears Lamenting
Mourning for More Maturity
Begging for a Blissful Bond
Their hearts Throbbed Terribly..
I Am An Abashment, Angel
To my Troubled Tears
I Do Deserve their Disrespect
For I Didn’t Dare to Dream
for I Have Hindered, not Healed
the Wounds of a Waiting World…
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