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W o r d s
The word into the world
becomes backwards
their ways of being change
sometimes they are silent
sometimes they scream
inside there is a deafness
a space, that can make people listen
I'm just not sure how to make them hear me...
Wednesday 23rd December 2020 1:37 am
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