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May 2014
There have always been silences
You never hear them begin
How can you?
In the morning,
coming home,
at dinner.
He's tired, she's stressed
It creeps in.
It grows
Then one day an explosion
The silences are gone
Rage replaced them
Anger and spite fill its spaces
The silences?
They simply left,
With me
Something I wrote a good while ago but could never be comfortable with.. now I am
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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