Their voices wishing to meet and greet -
But her heart has lost its will
Which with it used to earlier speak,
All their voices calling out in haste
To ignore them her insides tantalisingly placate,
To get away from all that's wry
All their never ending who's this and why's,
Lost in a furtive unheard cry
Is she disturbed; all that is her is unexplicably dissatisfied!
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