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Apr 2017
Not a sound can be heard,
but whispers of lost children
their cries and moan
you could also hear as
the moon sheds tears
and hear the sky
cry as the dark takes over
the world is so still
so quiet that your
thoughts could be heard.
I used to go out at night and look around and silently cry, but not anymore.
Written by
WalkerZ
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