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the raw
wounded words in
Braille awaiting
a tender, gentle touch
waiting for
a voice
the silent ones
stare upward at the sun
their eyes streaming tears
notes that resonate
they fall into uncaring soil
silver seeds screaming
with none to listen
do they not listen to us?
the fortunate with full
rich operatic tenors
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i have heard them
the two words as eloquent
as a simple "i love you"
those two words?
HELP ME.
I read sometimes and tears
come to my eyes. There are many
who want SO much to let the pain
out, but don't know how
If someone reads this and
needs help, you can contact me
via the site message system
Thanks
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