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Quiet I sit
Silence I speak
You are not here
And I'm falling into a pit
You hide your feelings
I'm in a maze of wonder
As I worship your touch
I have to finish these dealings
I can't wait forever
But I'll wait for a while
It is too painful to think of
But maybe things will get better
I need your touch
I want your love
I keep your secrets
I embrace your trust
I love you too much for words
But love can be fleeting
My memories begin to fade
As a rock thrown among birds