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True
Tis' only one who ye' shall know,
the weathered boney her shall show,
doth it may be the worldly known.
but I shall see the hidden thrown,
the armored wounds who hide below
the pinked hart no longer glowed, -
English Breath
Somehow i've lived english,
Breathed words of love and sorrow.
The narration of my mind is one of a poem,
Comprehending the worlds actions in letters.
In a classroom full of words did she teach me how, -
The Same
The white walls and white halls are listening;
I listen, they listen, you talk.
About stories of love,
And their Hatred of stuff
The bad things being done:
We hear you;