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it's quiet, but there's still a sound I can't hear I've been listening for days but it doesn't seem to come in clear like the dust that dodges my hand in the air I can't quite grasp it, but i know it's there is this the sound of indifference-- will I ever know? or is this dust from the days I refuse to let go? it's quiet, but I'm tuning up my ear this silence unearths these dusty tears I can't crack through it, or even let it be I let the silence dismantle me
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
Dismantled
it's quiet, but there's still a sound I can't hear I've been listening for days but it doesn't seem to come in clear like the dust that dodges my hand in the air I can't quite grasp it, but i know it's there is this the sound of indifference-- will I ever know? or is this dust from the days I refuse to let go? it's quiet, but I'm tuning up my ear this silence unearths these dusty tears I can't crack through it, or even let it be I let the silence dismantle me
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
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