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Jun 2010
it's quiet, but there's still a sound I can't hear
I've been listening for days
but it doesn't seem to come in clear

like the dust that dodges my hand in the air
I can't quite grasp it, but i know it's there

is this the sound of indifference--
will I ever know?
or is this dust from the days
I refuse to let go?

it's quiet, but I'm tuning up my ear
this silence unearths these dusty tears
I can't crack through it, or even let it be
I let the silence dismantle me
Written by
Danielle Ayers
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