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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Lost child

Alone,
in the same old crowd,
trying to ignore
this stifling pain.
 
I am but
a lost and lonely child,
aching to be seen
and touched again.
 
I am ashamed to say
I don’t know how
to reach beyond
this veil of fear.
 
I miss you
and love you always,
though I know not
who or what you are.

(2013)

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