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A whisper unto the night A soft prayer spoken Under your breath, you cry As your heart is breaking Under stress, you pry Twisting and turning As you try to sleep through the night Whispering and moaning Under sighs, you speak Little words of nothing In which you try to please Your interactive soul Damaged tears, which you cry Falling down from up so high Cleansing your withered, dryed up heart Leaving it alive... barely |