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Apr 7
Passion of my words,
flow through the way of thoughts,
birth right from the mind that contains them all.

building with rhyme,
the number blind,
yet I still write.

The heart and soul beneath,
hide underneath,
shy but bold.

The passion behind,
the words that out loud,
but never same tone with those silence sound.
Written by
Enoch
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