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I'm not sure
What to say
If there is a way
To say it

Feelings give way
To some indescribable
Action to which
I'm a slave

But to let
My heart disdain
Would not by any means
Free whatever hides under it all

No, not now
Not with the weight
Of who and why
Bearing against me

I can't stop
To tell you
Or show you
A beating muscle under solemness

My only hope
Or chance as it may be
Is for you to see that
Past it all and stay