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Let your heart speak for its selfClearing my head All i need is a pen A piece of paper Peace and quite which is so hard to go by these days My place with wind As traffic i can think by My place which was the bridge It was green and beautiful Windy and nice Everyone passing by Some asking me what am writing I am just a person clearing my head My heart My soul You can do it too Anybody can Stop thinking perfection Let your heart speak for its self Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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