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There are so many _______ I want to say
Wishing to express myself ,
But the ______ dance on the tip of my tongue
Teasing me before fading away,
The distance grows,
As they keep talking,
STOP and listen.
Hear the song that is singing within my heart.
It is desperately trying to break through.
Yank me out of the garden in which I have grown my roots.
(poems go here) I am an individual.
A rolley polley like, nervous creature
but an individual none the less.
And though I may sing and speak in a whisper tone,
my insides are crawling with life.
