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In silence, when the wind whispers,
i call out your name,
I hear no reply to my calling,
I gather my broken heart,
weep in absence,
I hear a reply now,
you speak to me from my heart.
Where I hid you,and keep you,
alive, though it causes pain,
as a million needles through my eyes,
like a rusty blade scraping my skin,
to yeild me a trauma,
I stand,
waiting for you,
with open eyes,
with an aching heart,
just to love you.