The Sapling - 1

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My heart is aching
     Pounding, pounding, pounding
Louder it quakes
     Sounding, sounding, sounding
Like a whaling babe
     Yelling, yelling, yelling
Outward fear as forms of aggression
     Help me, help me, help me
My chest bursts open
     Searing, searing, searing
Pain.

Within sits a child. 

Little boy,
  eyes so red,
    why do your lips tremble?

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