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The lost shall remain nameless
The lost shall remain nameless
A splintering shard of ice collapsing on the frozen lake
The breath intakes an absolute
Infinity of ideas
Wrapped and packaged in unoffensive paper
The tools of an art
Begged and borrowed down the line
Streams of unconsciousness
Lying beneath the watery alter
Does it bother you
That yes I mind the silence
In between the sentences you speak
And should it be so
That I cannot hide what I think
That you should turn away
And save what is unsaid
For a rainy day
We will lose ourselves in the sounds
Of modern life
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