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Aug 2013
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Silent Sadness.
How three felines perched on legless chairs. Embracing each other; last hope. Buried in music, unable to breathe in silence because their thoughts are too loud. Hidden within drowning caskets, trying to break free with every last breath. Cemented grins, underlying frown. Emotions unreal; barely living facades. There are no souls left to save, they all died long before their deaths. Soft skin, coarsed whispers.
Silent Sadness.
How three felines perched,
Have forgotten how to EXIST.
Written by
lindisa mathabela  in my head
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