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Silent and filled with thoughts
Not sharing your hidden words
I wonder what will you devise
Would you even share a single line?
And yet you speak here and there
I know that is not all and so I wait
The quietude tearing the room apart
As if the sand is being thrown about.
It’s over now so don’t hold back
I wish to hear your voice attack
But you’re just nodding your head
To my criticism and words I bled.
Silence is what you’ve fed.