The center of a circle, stones coming fast,

my eyes are closed and my thoughts are vast.

Hums of secrets whisper through,

my body weak, my fingers blue.

Accusations in despair,

the truth worth searching isn't there.

Feeling heard in just one look,

goodbyes were said, hands shook.

as I look back my head was hard,

now my thoughts are trapped and barred.

In time true feelings will be let go,

but time right now moves far too slow. 



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