They deafen me - the echoes of silence
gushing fluids of sadness through the veins
Fragile old thoughts ricocheting off
the walls of barbed memories
I could maybe hear the hissing
the sound of a punctured soul
shriveling and withering against the winds of time
sending silent screams that scar my soul
Yet all of these so silent and so perpetual
They deafen me - the echoes of silence
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