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She was a collector
Of broken dreams
And misplaced things
She put them together
To make her heart compete

*No wonder why
She loved me so much
She told me
I was the final piece
Silence.
That is what surrounds me.
Not darkness or shadow,
not even light or anything bright.
It is not the same as quiet.
Silence is not solitude.
Silence
is all i have known.
this is the first poem i am posting so please be kind.
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