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Orchestra Piece


My words without filters sound revolutionary,

sometimes subtle, candid, and at times mindless

They are like an orchestra piece,

with an accompaniment of laughs and smiles

They sound alive, helping me break loose from the rigid almost stiff version of myself

These words without filters can fill a whole city,

not because there's space that needs to be filled,

but because they can provoke, touch, and collide with others

My words without filters do not only sound like they can empower me,

but they can also appear to cripple me,

until I am no more than words with filters

 

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