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Sometimes
We Struggle
Sometimes we struggle
To understand,
Not realizing that
The band plays,
Not because
We are listening,
But because
It must play
To stay alive,
And the vibrations
That echo around
And around,
The teardrops it draws,
The feelings it
Freezes in warmth
And longing
Linger forever in time,
Teasing the actors
And mimes who
Climb on the stage
Over and over again,
Looking for themselves
In the pages of your eyes.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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