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...Silence of a Chaos, Bourne..
By SolApathy
https://youtu.be/bbcsz8sb7Cg
Dreams of whispers rest
Upon a sack of weary whimpers
As the snow falls like a December, too warm
Our wishes become sleet at our cold feet
Piercing our shoes with damp, wanton lust
In this world, unwanted I was thrust
Eviscerated by unachievable dreams
Feel the weight of my silenced screams
Not a peep
As silently I cry this broken world to sleep
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, August 30, 2020.
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