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Discordance
My heart is like discordant music,
From hues of jade, to tingling electricity,
Everytime I steal a glance at her
She is silent staring down in her usual
gentle way, perhaps contemplating her
next read
A din now plays in my head, the din of
the voices of friends,
Telling me how much she cares
Yet now she is as quiet as a timid child,
staring down in serenity, face devoid of
expression
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