Silence
if there is
silence
noise is mere
wrinkles
on a deep
lake
people breathe
hawk
whisper in
the last row
you want to
close your eyes
a gust of
wind outside
a large
window
leaves
tumbling across
rain
outside
a car
another one
a siren
approaches
fades away
a chair
squeaks
you forget
where you
are
somebody
talks
there are
words
they are
words
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