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Nov 2015
There is an utter in my mind
Sometimes is shouts and is unkind
At times it sings a carefree tune
As if it's a sunny day at noon

Oh, but it can be careless
Screaming at me with it's furiousness

In the morn when I awake
I wait,  I listen,  for my own sake
There is a voice that is so dim
It's hidden and arrives on a whim

But if you're careful and direct
You may hear the spoken secret
The faint hiss may escape my mind
Then it's no longer private
Then I can leave it behind
Written by
Zaynub Elshamy
319
   Paul Butters
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