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Can't even hear them

In all of this mayhem

That they created then

One two three four... ten

Voices clashed to condemn

And crashed in silent solemn

Hurtful words were spoken

Heartfelt pain waiting a token

Now wounds are all in the open

And in my drifting I took up a pen

To get my head rid of this vast ocean

Made of tears drowning me too often

For I try though to hold on my poor stem

As I can't help but love my blood in them

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