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Apr 2018
Silence. Not one single sound.
Sometimes the quiet kills.
It can cause death.
Is there meaning beyond the stills?

Who could have the answer?
All I know is it's not me.
Not at this moment in time.
Silence. It always feels empty.
This is an old freeverse i turned into a rhyme.
Amanda Kay Burke
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Amanda Kay Burke  28/F/Alaska
(28/F/Alaska)   
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