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Quiet

is your voice

rasping, at the other end

of a line ever more static

They keep pushing at us

to talk

Deep in the forests

of our hearts

silence is a pleasure

silence is the thing

binding

 

Us, apart, drifting away on currents

rivers in the depth of your worn heart

no longer does anyone know

if your mind is still awake

 

I've walked under the trees

for so many dreams

I can feel your hand, I'm holding it

you're gone

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