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Apr 9
Pens
were made
to remind me
that I still have something
to hold on to.

Pages
do exist
to make me understand
that they lived
for me to continue.

Words
are there
to show to me
that I am not alone.

Poetry
has its own ways
of telling me
that I am home.
Pum Sid
Written by
Pum Sid  F/Philippines
(F/Philippines)   
202
   julius
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