A crunching echo
underneath me beware.
Silent whispered wind
licked my ear
ever near, ever near.
Catch the silence
in palms so clear
or every wounded
human being, me.
Must you be there?
I hated you that day,
through victory's love.
Someone stated,
ever firmly
There is more to love.
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