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My Pen Still Speaks

MY PEN STILL SPEAKS

My pen still rumbles behind
Fixing those emotions corrupted
By animals in the house of hope
l will keep coming into the move
Never take my absence for a while
As l have gone but see it as downstudies
My pen still sing to unveil their evils
It still speaking more and more
Just more time is need to break through.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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