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| Poet of Silence Today I die in forever. Emotions fold in on eachother. Thoughts whir and then cease to exist. I am the poet of silence. My voice, a piece of a whisper no louder than a feather. The throbbing pain in my head is released. The aching muscles, the tired eyes. All are set free in one last breath. And the mind, the beautiful mind, That is absorbed until nothing is left. |
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