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I hear them as crickets 

the chatter around me 

and wonder 

the stories

the stories each person holds

the memories 

their sacred thoughts 

how much a person holds

from sorrow 

to their joys 

i wonder who they love

or if  they ever

fell in love

i wonder who they are 

thinking of 

when they are talking of love

i wonder if they

cry at night 

if they even get sleep

in the dark dark nights

i wonder if they

smile by force

or genuinely smile 

i wonder how many 

stories they hold 

sorrow they hold 

happiness they hold 

i wonder if...