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Speak
The words that I speak,
Spoke,
And wrote,
Are the words that,
peep,
Creep,
And poke,
The emotions that,
Drip,
Seep,
Soke,
Into a damage heart,
That dangles on a tearing rope,
So I must cope,
Adapt,
And mope,
Around,
Since my new home is not the skies,
But the ground,
In a world that every heart,
Is broken down.
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