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Reaching In
Siti Rohana Dawood |
I can't run, I can't hide
I'm the very feelings inside
Reeking of smells
Because they are mine
Just mine
To hold
I can't subject you to feel
Neither can you subject me
In abject obscurity
We may feel each other outside
Empathise, sympathize, eulogize, exercise
Moderation in voices
Pitching our wills to be heard
Still the coreness draws into the earth
Soulmates don't exist
But the thought persist, resist, relish
To carry strange values of understanding
That maybe, just maybe there might be
A kindred spirit for thee.
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