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I speak
Into voids and hollow trees
In the middle of night.
I speak
And no one hears
My tree falling.
I speak
And nothing comes of rhetoric
But division.
I write
And wars inside come forth
In art.
Into voids and hollow trees
In the middle of night.
I speak
And no one hears
My tree falling.
I speak
And nothing comes of rhetoric
But division.
I write
And wars inside come forth
In art.
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I enjoyed this one, you cleverly appealed to broader ideals by invoking historical truths.