An Apparent Face
You would take my symphony
For granted.
You would tame me like you tame
That empty trashcan
You would refill me at your convenience
With your stable calmness.
Before merging onto the gore point of death
I look back
I see you
I see the world
In you.
A vigorous silence utters in your voice
To be there to overcome.
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