a poem about poems

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Though my words may be
Askew
I hope that some of them
Ring true
Not all my poems are
Rhymes and rythems
But rather the jagged sounds of
Mismatched syllables
These are the silent screams of my
Broken soul
But I hope that my screams
Sing to your soul

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