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Sep 10
Millions of words
reign down upon my head
each day
if I could absorb half
I would be a hero
to myself
as it goes
I feel
the noise of too many voices
hurt my soul
create a hole
even I
cannot climb out of.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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