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listen.

i raise my voice so you can better understand
why the fingers, once in yours, have loosened.
hear me now,
calling to parts of you you've yet to know,
bidding them show themselves
or be presumed dead.
in breaking through your walls
ive found the hallways empty.
my sentiments only echo..
they’ll resonate throughout chasms
and ripple across the pool in which you hide,
and when you think its all but sincere,
look again
and see the water reflects only you.