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Echoes

My soul bleeds 
And from solitude it weeps upon tattered paper 
For you 
Only you 
For I belong to no one else
My tears scream
Their echoes can be heard from the faint touch of a pen 
The earth falls silent 
I've become inaudible 

Yet no one hears quite like you. 

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