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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