Tortured souls

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I wake up,

I never sleep.

I fill my lungs,

I never breathe.

I move my lips,

I never speak.

Broken pipes that never leak.

I open eyes,

I cannot see.

I spire thoughts

I cannot teach.

I drip in eighths,

I cannot listen.

Tortured souls that cannot glisten

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