these thoughts..
Trembling,
these fingers..
Want to say,
fall short of words..
Once unreservedly,
words fell off,
Now in fear,
in reluctance,
they die within..
Losing, out
of all the things,
this kills, much..
A little wish,
for welfare,
for good;
for progress,
to hear..
One day..
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