The Inch




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Even an inch
Of a  self less thought
a world knows little
and still not sought
Then we hunger
For the keepers inn,
Finding lanterns
Somewhere dim
and they Crucify
the timid self,
The empty picture
We need the help
Our silence betrays
But tears do stream
The Onion from a
Soul within

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