| The Next Poem |
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| If ever I could tear my covers, and expose to you my bare heart, |
| If ever I could shatter these pretenses, |
| If ever I could wash away these faked smiles, the pastel hues, |
| If ever through these sweet songs you could hear my cries. |
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| Calling _ calling ever for help, |
| Whispering ever in grief, |
| Wording ever the anguish. |
| If ever through a thousand light years, |
| I could reflect onto your thoughts, |
| The shadows of my hopes and dreams. |
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| All bleak all darkened, |
| All the words I have never said, |
| All the thoughts I have never spoken, |
| All the tears I have never cried. |
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| If you could hear, |
| If you could see, |
| If you could feel, |
| All the anguish none has ever felt. |
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| From the graves of my life, |
| Till me flying up light in the skies. |
| From the burnt heavens, |
| Till the ascend of another dream arch. |
| From the demise of innocence, |
| Till the genesis of justification. |
| From never to forever, |
| From me to myself. |
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| If ever ___ if ever could you see, |
| If ever could you realize, |
| The agony of unwanted breaths and beats, |
| Buried under the veils of my survival. |
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| If ever ___ if ever, |
| In a never ever world, |
| If ever by the 'no way' chance, |
| If ever ___ if ever I wish, |
| If ever I believe, |
| If ever you could, |
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| But never you would, |
| And yet never you would. |