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The joy you'll feel is realI speak out only to reach you I can touch you easy this way… I speak to enter the place where you hide and the sacred ground where you pray I speak out only for you to know me I just need it to be this way… so I can show you clear the place I hide and of the sacred ground I pray one small gesture of openness to reach out and touch what you feel then touch me back and feel at ease for the joy you'll feel is real! Vote for this poem
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