whispers longing

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Could this miss being pulled over? Can not for a moment

come to me here

There are millions of feelings of resentment But the chest turmoil is like telling the cloud and the universe

Convey to the wind that carries away without sound

Whisper quietly to the silence That here I resist To not convey Let in silence

With a wordless taste

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