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No better muse than obligations outside of poetry, but I'll take a crack at this one.
Hush. When enveloped by fear and comforting arms, Hush. When a raw throat at last gives out, Hush. When peak of sorrows is past, Hush. When grief has gone, Hush. Hush now, I'm here.When body tremors with tearful gasping wordless wailing,
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thenewgreen · 3614 days ago · link ·
This feels like walking through a desert, to finally end with a glass of water.