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1. Onomatopeia

I am a shadow in the corner, just playing along.

I can not say the words, but they lay on the tip of my tongue.

I am not allowed to say the words for my escape,

my life is slowly sliding out of shape.

If i could do something, i would mythopoeia

the curse of onomatopeia.


I am a slave of heaven, but i won't ever see the light.

It feels like someone threw away my hoping site.

I will never forget and grow out of my misery,

my aching heart can never live in safety.

I thought i was Romes tarpeia,

but i ended up in the curse of onomatopeia.

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