Barely

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There’s a light

Filtering through my eyelids,

Barely visible,

But I’m afraid to open my eyes.



There’s a voice

Whispering into my heart,

Barely audible,

But I’m afraid to hear it.



There’s a touch

Caressing me ever so gently,

Barely tangible,

But I’m afraid to feel anything.  

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