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Feb 2020
To my dear words,

I have learned to not
force you out too much

To give you the patience
and the time to come alive

I have decided to help you
heal your wounded lies

So you can form your letters
with newly thorned demise

And your enemies will wept
for they cannot bind you
in their cage

And I, who will adore you
will be proud of your revenge.
Imagination, do visit me.
Tint
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