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Thoughts

They want me to speak
But my thoughts are silence
My poetry has fallen - who will lift it?
The living minute is a heavy
prison door and far beyond my walls
a women hums a very old air
an air that comes from far before childhood
Her face is closed
The images are broken

They want me to speak
But my soul is silence
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