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The Unspoken

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I fade when I shine

I tiptoe when I run.


I tremble when I stand

I shrink as I grow

There is silence when I speak.


In a crowded room, find me in the back,

Planning to be noticed
Waiting for my chance.

Yet day by day, futility,

You turn away without a glance.


I reach for a pen to write the unspoken.


I call to you in the sweetest hope,

Praying one day I will be noticed by the blind,

By the voice on an angel whispering in your ear.





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