"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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