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Silence
It's a secret, striking silence
and you really want to scream
but bone fingers strangle you as you run away.
Like a darker deeper silence
that makes you want to bleed,
like a smaller tighter silence
and you see it in your dreams,
and you want to keep on running, but you have to stop and breathe.
It's a breathless kind of silence, with bone fingers around your neck.
And you try to keep on running, and you try to gasp for breath.
It's a deadly kind of silence, where you want to go to sleep,
and it's a dying kind of silence when the fingers release and you go limp.
and you really want to scream
but bone fingers strangle you as you run away.
Like a darker deeper silence
that makes you want to bleed,
like a smaller tighter silence
and you see it in your dreams,
and you want to keep on running, but you have to stop and breathe.
It's a breathless kind of silence, with bone fingers around your neck.
And you try to keep on running, and you try to gasp for breath.
It's a deadly kind of silence, where you want to go to sleep,
and it's a dying kind of silence when the fingers release and you go limp.
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