Unheard
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Locked up voices in our head..
Unheard.
Expressed through mediums of art.
From solid black ink to the vast white space of a canvas.
Might form figures..
Or just unorganized words.
It can be seen..
But it might never be heard.
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A collection of poems I wrote during and after my first relationship. I spent 5+ years working on this, and I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors, but I wanted to leave everything as it was originally written.
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