The hushed breathe sound of waiting for despair to breed destruction

I see you
Standing
Staring
Starving
Hidden

I see you
Tired
Listless
Hoping
Waiting

I see you
Behind the glass
Past the syllables
In the silence

I see you
Stretched hand
Fingertips just out of reach

I see you
You’ll never fade

I see you
Even if it’s all I can do

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