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Silent Poetry MAG

By Anonymous

   I get bad nightmares every night, but

still they call me a dreamer.

I try to set the whole world right, but

instead I'm labeled a schemer.

My whole life is troubadours, but they

say I belong to rock.

I try to open myself, but they keep

the key to my lock.

I will say I'm in love, but they just

deem it a crush.

I say, "Look out! Here it comes!" and

all they say is, "Hush!"

I try to hide myself so well, but they

always know it's me,

That's why I'm quiet writing you this

silent poetry.





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