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Jan 2011
Silence
I hear nothing
no heart beating.
Are you dead?

I cant feel you
never truly have.
You aren't even
real, just
a hunk of wood.

Theres nothing
inside, only
more wood.
So hard, so tough
most stubborn substances
on this earth.

Will you not speak?
You are gone
and nothing hurts more
than having to stop
listening forevermore.
October 12th, 2010
Trevor Comeau
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