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2d
I give my voice to God,
I'm dead. And yet…
I live again,
I stand before you.
Don't you see me?
In the light of the moon.
I sit and speak out,
it feels so different.
As I rock back and forth,
I stand and speak wisely
but make no sound.
winnie the poem
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winnie the poem  27/M/Belgium
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