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| a silence looms throughout the room and it echoes as it pulls its loom a tapestry of stagnant peace a placid heart beats still with fear of life itself to show its face and give it reason to pump its girth but no, it never comes, it never shows its inert self is never showing never flowing, never rowing never given a glimmer, a shining speck of hope to try and give itself to life and fly among the birds who know the way an utter stillness inside there eye that lives atop there mighty brain moving a mile inside a day inside a beat, inside a rhyme inside a flicker of great time oh i know it shows itself to those who try who give a damn, or have a care but those who sit, still and wait and hope for life to peak its head among the tops of trees that wait with steel eyes, and concrete minds and inside of time it lives without a care for those don't or for those without a care without a mind, without a hair that sit alone, in the depths of time waiting for the stillness time where they can come, and and be alone and be together in there forlorn lives (yah, im really tired, and none of this flows, and my computer keeps erasing parts of this when i scroll down so shuddup)
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