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Game of Silence
Quiet morning breakfasts,
I swallow my tongue and bite down on debris,
each breath heavy with unspoken words.
We mastered this game of silence,
always winning, never daring to lose.
It's getting dull with the everyday quiet meals.
I swallow my tongue and bite down on debris,
each breath heavy with unspoken words.
We mastered this game of silence,
always winning, never daring to lose.
It's getting dull with the everyday quiet meals.
Published 3rd Feb 2025
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