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When I Hear Them Argue

some part of me 
a limb that grew
for a purpose
and at a time that
I don't remember

Has a mind of
it's very own
and speaks with
emboldened clarity
to tell me to
be still, to listen,
and to be ready.

And the only constant
that it brings
is fear, and sweat,
and a very real
sense of betrayal.

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