November 23, 2017
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Distanced silence sits in the space between us 

It could occupy one-thousand breaths

A ringing in my ears embodies a painstakingly lackluster sensation

Dryness forms in the crevasses of my eyelids

My limbs lay crippled at my sides


No one in the eye of the storm dares to face the wrath of the downpour

One by one they get swept away by the cyclone

Their eyes search frantically for a fresh pair to meet with

I don't look up from my feet

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