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Woken, from oblivion, with a racing heart,By a voice, subtle, that speaks from within,He rises, squinting his heavy eyes,And strains his ears to hear,He struggles to hear what it means to say,For he has no choice but to hear it,Inescapable is that which the soul speaks,For it speaks from behind the ears that one can shut,And so he defers to this call, this incessant speech,Shutting himself from all else,And the voice of the others grow dim and soft,As he slips further within, in his hunt fo...

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Raam S

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