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Simple index finger pressed against protruding lips
Inside this blackened cavity, your noise can be felt
Like limbs moving slowly under water with no destination
Ears selectively changing there station, a world with no accompanying music
Nothing in comparison is as beautiful and terrifying, as the quiet that acquaints us
Count the seconds in each lull
Exhale the breath held waiting for the silence to be over
About the Creator
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