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It's the query of these days— Why would I cherish them? Discerningly hear, comprehend their words Ask of their lives, speak of their day Wonder at all why they can't seem to do them same Why would I cherish them? They've never cherished me. Not once queried why I must Sit alone, in dry, loud silence So humbling to deafening I cannot attempt to understand. But I've never pondered them Never approached them, Never my intention Desperation alive in aforementioned silence... Perhaps that's the answer, the end, the solution. Another, one more question— Do I want to cherish them? Or for them to cherish me?
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Those Cherished
It's the query of these days— Why would I cherish them? Discerningly hear, comprehend their words Ask of their lives, speak of their day Wonder at all why they can't seem to do them same Why would I cherish them? They've never cherished me. Not once queried why I must Sit alone, in dry, loud silence So humbling to deafening I cannot attempt to understand. But I've never pondered them Never approached them, Never my intention Desperation alive in aforementioned silence... Perhaps that's the answer, the end, the solution. Another, one more question— Do I want to cherish them? Or for them to cherish me?
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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