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Quietly I Cried Out II
The tender eyes
Seeking refuge
In the tears of others
Amongst the tall pines
I lay beside them
'Neath
Cummings shyest metaphor
Engraved in solitude
Destiny can seem fickle
But I suppose that's mostly
Me
The fragile ego
The thin nerves
The tranquility of embrace
The fully natural state
There is a price to be paid
The thrill is real
The luscious rush
Of exuberant adrenaline
I cannot be bothered
Quietly I cried out
Hardly in agony
Hardly in peril
Wholly succumbed
To my own self
The gaze dissapeared
The world was silent
My ghost appeared.
Seeking refuge
In the tears of others
Amongst the tall pines
I lay beside them
'Neath
Cummings shyest metaphor
Engraved in solitude
Destiny can seem fickle
But I suppose that's mostly
Me
The fragile ego
The thin nerves
The tranquility of embrace
The fully natural state
There is a price to be paid
The thrill is real
The luscious rush
Of exuberant adrenaline
I cannot be bothered
Quietly I cried out
Hardly in agony
Hardly in peril
Wholly succumbed
To my own self
The gaze dissapeared
The world was silent
My ghost appeared.
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