I am a voice ,
Swallowed by the ocean of debt .
Shackled within ,
The aroma of oozing hemlocks.

A hollow voice,
Echoing From valley and plains,
Hinting of a passion suppressed.

A voice,
That found comfort of shade
Under Very heat of blazing Sun

A Voice,
Like a joker laughs,
Making others laugh
So that he could bear the pain.

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