And of all the
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
I might not say much, but I notice every little thing. Energy speaks so loudly where words fail and fall silent. And vibes write the truth...
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