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... Once scratching the paper...
Now, tapping
Lines in direction
She longs.
What?
My heart fills her up.
And there is pause...
Confusion.
Where?
So close...
I whisper
Brush by.
When?
For so long
All this time
Plans fall to strong foundation.
Reigns... straps.
Collared, I give my effort
Replenish
Each new rise.
She can breathe
Voice previously muffled
Crying on deaf ears...
I hear her.
