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Her
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She calls herself
A broken rhyme
I call her
A free verse
She doesn't blink
When scared
Cause in a blink
The world might end
She laughs out loud
At silliest of jokes
Clasping fragments
To weave a smile
She whispers in anger
"Please don't shout
They won't listen "
They never do.
Her lips stutter
An off tune orchestra
So she stops speaking
Unless alone
I look into her eyes
And all I know
Depression and silence
Are close relatives
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