Please, a diversion, it need not be big.
Just enough to disguise this solitary state.
I step forward, with not one hand to hold me.
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When my mouth is closed and my ears are open,
I hear the rustle of trees, and the distant ocean.
When my words fall silent and I simply listen
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Should we move without precision and gallantly flounder where we may.
Are ours the lives we felt they were, are ours the eyes that blinked unsure
Are we the friends that never felt, or expressed our own hearts wealth.
Can I laugh at childish reserve and mock the infant that would not birth.
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