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Let them Spill
It is a sad diagnosis
I assure you
That you are choosing to keep
your poems locked up
inside yourself
They have been chained up
since you were a child
They are dying to be
set free
They want the world to
view their parts
To feel their words
Perhaps to let them
recognize feelings of their own
To let them spill onto
paper
To unchain all of their thoughts
and feelings, positive or negative
Do not kill them
before
They have a chance...to live
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