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Whispers of a poet's heart

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I sense those shorten breathes

Coming on with thoughts of you

Grow out of a nothingness blues

And those micro gasps of my heart

That resound much like thunder

No one else is ever aware of

As I slip beneath an easy drowning

Wittingly to whet cherished memories

That sometimes-cut deepest inside

Realizing the beauty of your nature

Was created beyond this dark realm

Where your shadow was left behind

It’s now the only place of comfort

I can seem to really find… anymore

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