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Friday, June 3, 2011

When You Don’t Feel… You Wouldn’t...

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When you don’t feel paroxysm, you wouldn’t recognize my solacing
When you don’t feel wrecked, you wouldn’t look me as your acrimony
When you don’t feel austere, you wouldn’t take my notifies
If you just will, I’m here…

When you don’t feel anxious, you wouldn’t see my console
When you don’t feel vapid, you wouldn’t hold my hands tightly
When you don’t feel capricious, you wouldn’t convince I’m that constant
If you just will, I’m here…

When you don’t feel rebuff, you wouldn’t feel my presence
When you don’t feel dreary, you wouldn’t acknowledge me as your crony
When you don’t feel disconcert, you wouldn’t scream for my extricate
If you just will, I’m here…

When you don’t feel astounded, you wouldn’t thought that I may lull you
When you don’t feel devoid, you wouldn’t believe I’m your apathy
When you don’t feel jaundiced, you wouldn’t listen to my items
If you just will, I’m here…
Sheldon Allen Saluta
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