Resounding but ignored,
A right I create
Out of the laws that I hold
More than that which I learnt,
My pace a hidden rate.
And yet again,
Ignored.
And in the lines drawn to point
On either side of my own
In working for a loss
Of a point,
Of a line.
To include and to encompass
At once,
To be all mine.
A point.
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The words you write are so very true and so very beautiful. Fighting the tears, I pray that you are ignored no longer. Look to those closest to you and you'll find me waiting, calling out to you in hope of being ignored by you no longer...
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