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Jun 2014
Silence
Drops a dark void on deep thinkers
The wool over their eyes
The sound of their cries

Silence
Pulls the rug out from under legs
Hopes drop to the ground
Dreams shatter to pieces

Silence
Gives time to think for the mad
Time to mourn for the sad
Time for decline of the joyous

Silence
Darkness engulfs the area surrounding
There is nothing
There is no one

Silence
It injures
It ruins
It kills

Silence
It never ends
Written by
Chris Renninger  Monticello, New York
(Monticello, New York)   
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