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Oct 2015
My voice is lost before it's even heard
It gets twisted in the wind
What I mean to say is lost in a murmur
My words fade into the pollution that fills the air
Voices more penetrating than mine obscure what I mean to say
What is already a whisper turns even more dull
Quickly forgotten
My words become futile to the ears around me
Robert Corbeil
Written by
Robert Corbeil  Forest Park IL
(Forest Park IL)   
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