"These Pages"

Aching hands

Bloodied taste

Bottle caps

Dirty clothes

Ink stains

Letters returned

Old tears 

Broken heart

Music blaring but yet still unheard:

The price to pay to fill these pages 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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