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She's silenced, in a shell of her former self
She's told to remain silent that her words are too sharp,
What if they can groom life itself...
Poetry is a writer's truth seen and expressed with passion.
At times we wonder why we aren't heard,
When we sing in silence...
Lines don't make poetry but the depth in those words.

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