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Words are missed most when there is noise:
The undeniable sounds of suffering-
Are like ants marching all over the head.
The silence of the sweet hours that are slept by;
Make the recipe of an enthusiastic pie,
And when we take the essence from this
The soul wakes up after a preposterous dream.
So think clearly the words of peace
Or your treacherous lips may beg and scream.
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Part of the Poetry collection
Published on August 30, 2020
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