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Descriptive poem of how I do things that most of us take for granted |
| From my heart The spirals fount Upwards into my mouth Rolling around forming Sound reverberating outwards This is how I speak Spinning thoughts Imagination grows Auto responses Pen to paper This is how I write Looking upwards To things I cant see I live in hope A feeling of freedom Is there a place there for me A need I keep This is how I believe A painful wave Eyes I wish to close Broken up into pieces Alone in the dark This is how I sleep A sadness deepens Pulling at my chest Drops witch form a river Pain unrivalled This is how I cry I sit and stare At misshaped limbs I pull my arms Back and forth even when tired Wheels move me People try to ignore or guide me This is how I walk Voices echo around me I watch lips move Lip-reading but not understanding I look into many eyes This is how I listen |
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