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The Voice
When I was starving,
poetry fed me
When I was sick,
the verse made me well
When I was homeless,
words gave me shelter
When I was lost
-the voice led me home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
poetry fed me
When I was sick,
the verse made me well
When I was homeless,
words gave me shelter
When I was lost
-the voice led me home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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