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Mar 2016
Words are a comfort,
To the hiding and lost.

Words are a change,
To the oppressed and afraid.

Words are a lesson,
To the searching and blind.

Words are a key,
To the prisoners and trapped.

Words are a pastime,
To the silenced and still.

Words are a future,
To the broken and dead.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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