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Oct 2016
Would it be better
if I were shelved, or displayed
to the world; as art:
to bare my sorrows?

Would you accept
my aching presence, then?
I ask with my heart
Unseen and unheard; because:
My voice is bound
to lines and margins.
BeeLo
Written by
BeeLo  Mitchell's Plain
(Mitchell's Plain)   
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