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Message: <blockquote data-quote="none" data-source="post: 2182218" data-attributes="member: 244086">...could get published? Title: To Be Heard.....There's a voice..in the absence of a silent quickness..Its asking with a hope..Lit like a matched burned. Soon that tiny little thing will be that of a flicker blown..Through a ghosts shadow, its a pray unsaid.A voice unanswered and guess what? Its calling to you!But your never willing to listen, to be...heard.Its to be meant. Your so vulnerable a worth of something..but, aren't we all?A lonely is just close enough that it will soon be categorized of being alone.Soon the voice is that of a whisper..crawling, running, creeping..forward eagerly waiting ready for its take off. This is the call of a desperate "Where is it?" Don't you know? Or was it put back, once again at the bottom of a pile of letters?Discarded and unread the ink is spilled black, painting the sky night. You wonder, I am sure for I knew you that well. Like no other could, get close enough to know the real you hiding away. So that voice cries once more waiting..Its a Siren's true mercy cry in water a murder with song. The blade a red forbidden word, left for the sly of those forgotten..the forgettable's ..The numb are broken glass shattering, trying to show that they are more in the..fragile reflective pieces then what  people grant them with and see before them.   But so soon already to late they're labeled into the dusty old box of lost...Its all easily misplaced, putting up pictures of a family that was never there to inhabit their home. Less of them they're excuses never fulfilled with what was given in words. Of furniture, and empty spots, and spaces ... memories never meant to be..made. Fully content with the abandonment that soon take a residence for its room.Did you, perhaps catch it that? "Where is it?" Well now your left asking.."What, do you want to know?" The scream caught in a flash of speaking..photographed evidence of caring!    Night stops finally it receives a true gift of wonderment a question, for its predecessor.There's a pause the wind stirrers, and spins like a flower petal within the bind of a whirlwind. The mysterious hidden beneath warm covers...Suddenly bursting cold its all became clear..Like water what was left is now answered,...Theirs a breathe unperceived smiling it says with softness as it exhales.."Where is Home?" You appear as if shocked, dumbstruck at this proposal of sorts.The voice quakes and stammers it breaks into a broken language only significantly for you to hear.Bending its boxed strings as they never have been before. First place is talking back taking the conversation left attended, that's always been.One but is now occupied by two.. simultaneous they soon know each other.They knew then what the voice then desired reaching its true wish of truth..It was never told the directions of where to find the lost and misguided..But it holds the paper with a grin penned and a laugh made and shaped into a nice little smile..The looker spoken is now just ash vanishing and following the winds migrating..and its in the company of those that are in..A state of happy living..No longer searching for its realhome because its found it..in the wake of dead fall leaf's...Finally..Thanks for taking your time to read and comment this, and telling me your thoughts on it, and if you think I could ever get published!</blockquote>

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