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Clamoring
Now that we see it all
we can't leap it's to tall
it's to fast its to steep
its to black it's to bleak.
Its everything we fear.
its our worst moment put on the rack and stretched into a year.
It's more than we can handle it's less than we need.
We have to get rid of the poison but were afraid to bleed
We would open our minds but were afraid it would all spill out
All for all to see then we would grow board with nothing to be.
Will you anchor your emotions and chastise you doubt
And emflame your glee and set all spirits free
Copyright ©
Milton Batchelor
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