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What I fear amongst many,
Is when the world rests,
After a day of many laughs
And applause dedicated to its gifts
When the sound of their voice,
Which tends to seep into the crevices of
Any and everything, departs.
Now silence makes my head hurt,
Quakes my ears to trickling blood.
Groans leave my mouth as my fingers
Stretch past the horizon, tugging at the
weary sun in fear of a nearing night.
The clock gives room for joy,
And justly leaves time for despair.
Albeit I consider it unjust,
that you don't forever toil the sweet strings
of my soul and fulfill my wishes,
when all I have,
is you.
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