Different story
poem by:
Braverman Waltz
Written
on Dec 14, 2016
Expression is loud and only heard in the quiet it's faces are unknown it's words given back and then discarded all action goes noticed and the response is swift and unfair my screaming is slow and accurate my slowness predestined but my control is envied my drinking still and still is where I am don't hide me or paint me behind the brush don't even sing me in your song instead listen and maybe you might hear me hanging.....
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