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Wordless were his words Yet deeply they pierced Strongly but softly Yet fragile and tough Just like nothing I had known He tilled and tilled Until he built himself a throne 'Now who will crown me?' He said 'No one will crown thee but me' Came the voiceless voice But the echoes lingered on Until the words were enthroned And the throne made the words whole.

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Date: 12/6/2015 1:23:00 PM
I like your skill at expressing your feelings, Chioma.
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