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| Lia |
Silence knows me and understands beholds a burgeoning spirit with iron-clasped hands Fate, a bellowing wind an ineffective rough stranger catapulting me through time, this way that way nothing said could say useless to be useless to force sturgeon through momentary hurricane sea my eyes undeceived turning inward in consolation admist its wavering blows my voice, a fair whisper unheeded resolute only silence foresees what wasted breath becomes twisted, stomped shape-shifted rewinding its self returning to a nothingness before noise carried still betterment away folds tired hands of sacrificial offerings greater than branding squint could receive only silence holds me, consoles me, carries me on only silence hears and understands the awakening unfoldment eras, lives beyond this dream |
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