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Reader! Enter My Blog/Head At Your Own Risk,Quite A Noise Beneath Apparent Quietude.

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Silence
Is what I stole
Of yours
Twined plucked thro’ yours
Mine hides noise within
for
Until
I met you
Aloneness had just
A dead name
After
You met me
It has become
A living rhythm
A song of silence
 An art
Of leaning against
A distance.

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