POEM: “Original”

Original

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I sip poetry with my tea,

it seeps out like sun through a window,

it leaks through my fingertips.

I breathe in each page,

I live in these words.

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Can I claim my voice as my own

when nothing comes of nothing?

There is no sound in a vacuum.

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Can my whisper be heard

above the roaring wind,

or am I part of the chorus?

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