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Woe

thousands stare

yet none see

Solitude in numbers

follows me

ears wide open

but none hear

a lonely tear

falls Yearning

still unseen

echoes in screams

flow like milk

barren breasts

do not feed

Longing me

arms should hold

folded they be

lips to kiss

not by thee

ever for me

if only one

could hear

or

would see

a battered heart

explodes inside

woe is

me

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