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A Diffidence

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It creeps, it seeps,
And everywhere,
It buries doubts down deep.

It churns, it burns,
And in its grip,
A man cannot discern:

If land or sea,
Or sun or sky,
Can hear his loudest plea.

It cries, it flies,
And where it goes,
A broken body lies.

It crawls, it falls,
And those it meets,
They suffer most of all.

But those who fight
The secret wars,
Can raise the growing light.





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