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…Fidgeting fingers
Sliding into crevices
Redefining new dimensions
As Suspense drifts into evidence
Ye season is upon us
Uncover what’s been absent
Lacking substance
Corroded with trauma of past tense
Acknowledge the struggle
Or succumb to a future tragic
Laughing
I’m an abundance
My thunder
Lives through my laugh
My cries are what makes me humble
I may stumble along my path
But the end is not the journey
The journey it never ends
I cringe
I live
I’m yearning
You heard me
Without ears
I’m here
But always searching
For a heart I can live within
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