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Slienced by Thought
I only speak a voiceless language that cannot be heard
Only a whisper in a sea of shrieks
Drowning in the winds of fate strewn far
Anonymous,
The voice without words
Speaking with slience in a world rippled by chaos
Slient,
The blade in the dark
Opposed to a dove in a flock of crimson dipped ink
Only a whisper in a sea of shrieks
Drowning in the winds of fate strewn far
Anonymous,
The voice without words
Speaking with slience in a world rippled by chaos
Slient,
The blade in the dark
Opposed to a dove in a flock of crimson dipped ink
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