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Dec 2018
The silence of a gun never meant the cease of a war
The silence of word never meant the tongue was at war
Dining with demons that had U good
Mistaken your silence for absence
Your retreat for your cowardness
Over reaction for madness
Retract and the soul was lost amidst other lost souls
You're angry and i mistook it for weakness
That tremble on your lips was worth the put down of your tongue
But the flow in your eyes told tales that your tongue failed to set forth
A flow of pain crossing down the beautiful valley and mountains of your cheeks
It felt solely as absence grew
Memories that never was
That you never knew
Showed your back on my facet
Never to retrace the lost step
Back to the unpleading heart.
Benton 254
Written by
Benton 254  20/M/Kenya
     ---, Eryck and Fawn
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