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Lost My Voice Slam

I ask myself ? Where has my voice gone during all of this ? Why has my pen run dry ? Why have i said or wrote nothing ? How can i truly call myself a poet ? If through word's and thought ? I am simply unable to convey Anything emotive or emotional That cometh the hour When battle line's are drawn And death is close at hand I shall not fear Because your word's Are my strength And provide me comfort

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Book: Shattered Sighs