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There's no such thing as impeccable silence there's always soft wind blowing a twig stepped on slow gasps in the wedding hall. There's no such thing as impeccable silence there's always phones vibrate fork screeching plate quiet prayers of a sick little girl teetering on her fate.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
silence
There's no such thing as impeccable silence there's always soft wind blowing a twig stepped on slow gasps in the wedding hall. There's no such thing as impeccable silence there's always phones vibrate fork screeching plate quiet prayers of a sick little girl teetering on her fate.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
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