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Let me shout and dare to show

Things deep inside you’ll never know

I’ll let them out to travel wild

You’ll hear them bounce as you’re beguiled

Once, twice, thrice; they’re amplified

Meaning compounds; your sense defied

What begins so simple

And that which starts so neat

Fills with itself while old depletes

What used to be a whisper

Of loves or loss and tears

Has turned into an ocean

Of my collected fears

The things I never had

The things I hoped to keep

In all uncertain grip

The love I chose to reap

Published by dbmoore0727

If I explain it, what good does it do?

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