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| dairpo |
warmth from the unexpected, questions during questions and the silence ringing beyond the sun, silently weeping as the tears form and ... are not ready. my heart turns. reaches. fails, but gives that no mind. it is being. its had enough with becoming. it longs to be. to be requires to see. understanding, with growing impatience. 'soon,' he tells himself, 'soon.' soon. |
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