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- Anoush:
- My rhyme ain't good just yet,/ My brain and tongue just met,/ And they ain't friends, so far,/ My words don't travel far,/ They tangle in my hair,/ And tend to go nowhere,/ They grow right back inside,/ Right past my brain and eyes. (Regina: Consequence of Sounds)
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