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Jan 2019
God
God
God
They've taken my voice
Or I gave it away
Was there ever a choice?
Did I decide one cold night
To sell my tongue
For the heat
Of a place by the fire
That coveted seat

I stand in the back
Wrap my hands around my neck
Feel the blood beneath my fingers
And watch the ship wreck

Never a scream
Never a sound
I am buried in silence
And kept safe
underground
Written by
Zoey
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     Fawn, --- and Shruti Dadhich
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