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Everytime I read Frost, 

I think how cold and lonely it might be,

the path I'm about to undertake.

I'm speaking 

surrounded by the people I love, 

they're drifting away 

at an unusual pace.

Family persists, killing you 


with their plans for you.

I never paid that much attention. 

I've come at that point 

where listening has become 

an arduous exercise. 

But I must hear them all, 

just as You do. 

For when I can't, now 

as I dread every step, 

Your eyes will be my eyes 

and Your ears will be my ears. 

Created: May 02, 2017


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