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Beneath the surface, the tempest stirs
A storm brews, anxiety lures
She sits and waits, her moment is here
Surrounding her vicinity in a cloud of fear
She isn’t vicious, not even a little
She is as complex as a Mayan riddle
Reassurance goes a long long way
Its not the what, it’s how you say
She will respond, it may take time
She can be sweet, like a childs rhyme
Patience and trust isn’t hard to give
For her to smile, for her to live
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