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Jun 2017
My mouth moves to produce silence
My hands move to produce my soul
As it flows to my fingertips so fluently
I open my mouth again still nothing
Except a tear falling down
My voice is trapped in my heart so he talks to it so it can tell my soul
as my soul speaks to my mind and says
For our health and wellbeing write these words down release it into the world
The voice will be free soon
I know it
The voice will be free soon
With this it is written
and so it is guaranteed
The voice will be free soon
Written by
Markees  19/M/Las Vegas
(19/M/Las Vegas)   
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