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EVELYN & HER FAMILY I met her,
Fresh and Clean.
Once behind bars,
Amongst a thousand voices,
She found her inner voice and peace.
Once home,
Seven voices starting caving in,
Her inner voice, gone.
Her peace sick.
She couldn't hear herself think at all.
Amidst a thousand strangers,
She could strain to hear,
The call of her own heart,
Whisper into her ears.
But the few
Totally drowned her song...
And it was my voice...
THAT WAS NEVER HEARD AT ALL.
