How comfortably
will you ask me
of my whereabouts;
Did I not
privileged you
inside my heart, before!
It is only in pain, that
Silence sprouts your understanding of me
Come, come unruly
to weep a little with me
And say by your heart
Not the degree of love
that owe on you; but
A cry in pain -
Birthing a new beginning
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