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Bitten Shy
Once twice softly they whisper
Bitten shy yet often to be
A time.. yet a never
Of dreams to remember to see
Flowing around for a one day
A day to finally grasp
That without words for a need to say
When no tomorrow is perhaps
Enough weren’t of dreams
Never enough were of life
The death and the schemes
The very reasons to defy
Asking everyday
Yet fearing answers
The never knowing to say
If life ever bothers
Thrice now they whisper
Yet somehow a yet still to be
My time... perhaps a never
Of dreams remembering to see
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