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Brutal silence. Part 1.
Walking away,in daylight tremble.
Where has the fun gone.
Possibly trapped in a world of;used droopy tissues,a broken screen Samsung,and a sealed pack of chewing gum.
What would we do without pockets.
To help me get through,
I've been staying at my sister's.
The degree of Love..
The degree of silence..
The brutal violence,
laying head on bum,
singing along to radio songs.
Yesterday,we talked.
Yesterday,you said you felt numb.
Why do I need your brutal silence.
Where has the fun gone.
Possibly trapped in a world of;used droopy tissues,a broken screen Samsung,and a sealed pack of chewing gum.
What would we do without pockets.
To help me get through,
I've been staying at my sister's.
The degree of Love..
The degree of silence..
The brutal violence,
laying head on bum,
singing along to radio songs.
Yesterday,we talked.
Yesterday,you said you felt numb.
Why do I need your brutal silence.
Published 15th Mar 2024
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