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comfortable silence

dreams in the silence of the mind are always the most special.

but why would you wait for me?

my tongue is weighed down by the silence of my mind;

my heart is held captive by its most intimate aspirations,

but i cannot speak a single one aloud.

and yet, i see you standing there.

waiting

ever so patiently

for me to begin again.



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