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They call me shy because I like to keep my mouth closed
My message still comes across to you and you wonder how?
My mouth is closed but my voice is still heard
Open your eyes and close your lips can't you feel the intensity leave the pages of the book
The eyes are sparkling as the message is invading
You feel so much yet my lips are closed
You ask me if I'm lonely and I tell you no
There is so much comfort in my words
Some seek the world from others while I create my own world with words
They dance from the pages and bring such joy 
A party that allows me to command the dance floor
So you ask me once more why my mouth is closed
The words on my pages are ready to explode 
They ensure that my voice will forever be heard




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