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May 2013
A comfortable silence is an ocean
Eroding the pillars we call self.
I know you. You know me.

Uncomfortable and it is a tempest
Howling with doubt.
We drown,
Dragged by the ghosts that arise between you and I.
Amada
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Amada
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