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An Unsaid Name
Wishing, wondering,
Hoping, dreaming, smiling,
jumping and screaming,
laughing, dancing, singing, mourning,
running in the rain that's pouring,
talking, working, drawing, writing,
scowling and yelling to keep from crying,
sitting, unmoving, no longer trying
Because it's unforgotten, unforgiven,
Not even acknowledged by one,
And these little acts of random kindness,
will not fill the hole with which comes betrayal,
like the kiss of Judas,
I am no longer frail,
Like a bird atop a tree,
More like an owl, who hears the wolfs howl,
and knows the truth,
From a
little
white
lie
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