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Jul 2016
The silence filled my lungs
And all I could think of
is the air I breathe.
Silence Screams.
Sometimes Quiet Is Violent.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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