The room trembles with my roaring emotions
not because of its contagiousness but in effort to restore that which
I've buried, abandoned and banished
....the world and woes can be congruent as events repeat itself
i found something but i have only a narrow inclination of its nature, its depth and its intentions
for they come from mortal lips
but deep beneath my bossom,
a tiny voice resounds" keep it"
and try to explore its crevices long enough so that at the end...if at all
they are no regrets...
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