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I write...,
to keep bitterness distracted.
I dodge...,
its darts with words, my armor.
And I stay silent...,
because I say more in my silences
than deceiving words
with adopted feelings.

I write, dodge, and stay silent,
and often cry on a sheet.
My tears are ink, and I find no
better attack than a poem
against so much forgetting,
against so much sorrow.

I write...,
to heal my broken soul.
I shout...,
so that silence doesn't catch me.
And I heal...,
my wounds with a verse,
my fears with words
and cry them on a page.

I write...,
to keep madness at bay.