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Poetry

Feeling To Cry | Poem

Let me cry to highest,

Deaf me to no desire,

Hurt me to no coming,

I’m empty to burst.

What fears I call?

I’m trapped in rebellion,

Taught me to walk on,

On graves of my past,

Deathra, give me strength.

© sjwordsmith

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