Muted versions of today’s date,
The silence or the standing wait,
The situation worse in tracks, albeit;
The shining smiles, wide and desolate,
The impacted, soulless sad state,
Unmuted mourns of bad fate.
The tears torn midst escapes,
From the jaws of wickedness,
The you, that struggles is:
Dead pitiless. Soulless.
All was in awe in presence,
Yours, on my day of loneliness,
Streaming in silence, the...
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