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Jul 2021
silence seems to
be
the name of
the game

aujourd´hui-
quieted
we guess
at the omitted..

(business as usual
for me-
the world has
always gathered

around hushed corners..)
through out history
the truth is
withheld

perhaps for our own
good or
general detriment
(or is this paranoia

from another nut bar..?)
hard to say
but to express
the heart

is our meat and
potatoes
(letter from a stone
history is

as history does..)
a party dress
that now has donned
to placate or

con..
don´t worry-
trick or treat!?
silent..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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