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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1869093

I was sitting in class.Thinking and words just started flowing on the paper.

My words have no voice,
My actions have no body.
My heart doesn't beat,
It just lets me dream.
My song is without,
The soft and sweet melody.
The big city calling,
I can't go alone.
Nothing is sweet,
But this place I called home.
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