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The Lost Words
The words are now in deep sleep.
Their soul is exhausted, tired.
And the tiny moments of time,
breathing their last,
have already come to a stand still.
Never ever will they rise to
surrender to the chaos and noises,
as they are shattered,
and broken into narrow infinite pieces.
Who can forget their
soulful screams and painful cries
that have lost
some where in the past?
Who was the betrayer!
It was only them,
beneath the mask.
Now Silence's been unfolded,
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