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Claim those who hold a sign|

For they see images hidden to the wandering eyes|

In disguise we fool those who seek|

Only to reveal our true selves to those who rarely speak|

And bestow a detailed prose to the untrained for them to dissect|

In their hearts and minds|

Where one day they will learn to recite|

And disclose the words I neglected to share|

Held bound inside these hands so desperate to heal|

If only through writings|

Bringing the coveted details so that you may feel|

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