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Proof Of My Existence
I live in a world of silence,
Meaning I don't say too much.
Hear my heart cry inside when
The pen and paper touch.
This is proof of my existence;
I'm a present and living soul.
These words hold my repentance,
Where honesty stands proudly bold.
For Michael J. Falotico's "How Poetry Has Become You" Poetry Contest
6th place
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