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Lost

Rating: 2.3

A tongue so afraid to speak,
the language of a heart
that is meek.
A profound written by hand,
across an empty page
but still dumbfound.
Words lost, where have you gone?
to an ink once bold,
now bashful of its own thoughts.

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