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When my pillow is drenched with tears, my mind filled with fear.
She still avails herself to me

Even when their cruelly ****** me,
she gently dresses my wounds.
When I can't  sleep at night,
she is my dulcimer lullaby

Even when my teeth's peak,
when my cheecks lift,
when my heart jumps so high
And when my eyes gleam so bright.
She still avails herself  to me

She connects so well with ears,
wipes my tears,erase my fears
She is my music!
Does it really hurt?
Try to ramble ,but there's no finish line.Unsolicited but needs to be heard
It can make you feel uncharted

Does it sound too loud?
Try to mute your ears?
Either way it will be heard

It can be a big chunk to swallow ,
But it just needs to digest
Accept the truth
You will see a clear path

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