i dance to the coldest finger tips
tears swim down my lips
i was born to be
a writer of
but nobody is listening
and my hands can't stop crying
i am the champion of the uncomprehended.
of unnoticed inventions
i am the nothing ness
ringing in the ears
of the nobodies listening
i am alone
i was born to be a writer of words with
no voices
sometimes it hurts to speak at all.

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