.THE DEAF.

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The curse or the truth,

Behind every look,

The war with self,

Duplicate itself, 

Sometimes good,

sometimes cook's 

The beast, the beat ,

The numb, the roar,

Who said iam deaf?

I roar, I core, 

I fly high,

When i reaches the shore,

I sing by waves,

I dance with grace,

In dark room i have galaxies,

You have no idea,

I heard stars,

They talk about us,

You have no idea,

I have treasure of wise...

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