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| deb |
Quiet concern and questions begging for honest answers, talks meandering into hours late, and lingering smiles later, I begin to see what this might be... Not daring to hold my breath or hope I am wrong or right, I continue on, looking for some clue to light the way... Could it really be you don't think I am broken? Damaged? Could it be you've not dared to hope, as I have...? Possibility grows awkward here lanky and fumbling, not quite knowing what to do with itself... I smile on and dream of what might be... Dream, not ever really believing that it might... After all, I've been wrong so many times before... |
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