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By: J.Lee~

I held the pen

I held the pen that bled the words
that rained from a cloudless sky
Windless storms that carried the curse
whispered names as you walked by

The wounds will never tell you
nor the scars that paint my cheek
My severed hands will not write
and the words I will never speak

My dreams are laced with the blood that ran
into a hopeless sea
These walls were built in which it stands
on the souls of those that believed.

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