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silence
Contributed by
boobiepeach
on
Friday, 11th September 2009 @ 07:34:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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when day is on and silence nears i fear the nignt when dead air rears while i tell the hush hush to quiet down it hurts to hear the numbing sound the walls do crack and far doors close a russel of a bag a sneeze of a nose sounds of a train and a honk of a car these sounds i claim are not up to par my stillness is a deafening screach my ears bleed and brain does preach where in my home i am far too lull the censorship is a galiping bull the sleep of life in an iron curtained room raging silence muffels whatever was to bloom.
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