No one hears
Though they are mine
I have no wisdom
Though they know me
They are deaf
In their mind
I am a man apart
I am all that is left
I am the helix of their birth and death and being
Knowing one, I know all
I am a voice
I seek nothing I seek peace
I hear all and I reflect
I see words and I grieve
I sense pain and I weep
I feel ...
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