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Chains
These chains
That bound me
Where nothing
not even a breath
comes free
Yet dreams
come and go
cloud free
And comes down
rain...disguised
as pain
No one writes a letter
to anyone
anymore
No one procalmates
profoundly
anymore or less
I listen as a poet laments
whose words
web out my life
I listen and weep
for this man
for this msnkind
poem
by
Midnights Voice
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