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behind your voicein the shadows of what you say a hidden thing a child born of something feared in the way you pause the silence and the shades of your tone the whisper that is your conviction the emptiness that colours words squeals faint agony in the tautness of your voice a simple need for solace stares out from behind the shallows of your laughter little earthquakes along the edge of your world echoing the crying inside waiting for something someone to turn their eyes into the sun and see the child inside to turn into the glow to bear the heat of your truths clasp the hand that cannot reach out to walk a while with the shadows of your smile and stand witness to your self belief to see all there is to see


sunday odds and...

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