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A familiar laughter
one meant to send out joy
it runs with good parts
but I heard screeches in intervals
a questionable warm presence
with those eyes starring with sorrow
a pack of probing questions
I don’t know — why?
eyes of another
that once were mine
hands are open
feet ready to run when March ends
the sun still rises as a heart do
but words stopped flowing,
Something in me did.
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