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| Chamical, Argentina (FT) |
How come
you don't hear me
when my heart cries out so loud
How come
you don't see me
when I hit you with a smile
How come
you won't
listen to my silence
answer to my misery
care for
the harsh words I spell
the feelings I draft
on the frozen windows of my jail
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