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About This Poem
Still the Silence
Silence clings to the walls
rests dormant in the corners
echoes with each spin of the ceiling fan
be still, air, be still
let the silence sleep
if only for this night
With a pull of the chain
the current stops the waves
silence slips wearily to the cold floor
corners, oh, corners
screams from seams
as the air stills
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