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Ink seeps
Black on the page
Words like armies
Battle the strengths of silence
Smudges
Like tears dripping
Off the face
For something lost
Scribbles
Cover the pain
Like a mother
protecting her child
Through dashes of sorrow
We make a masterpiece
Pen and paper our arsenal
Words bending to our will
This is our fight
And we will win!
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