Fear of the quiet

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Claps one by one, him and her, walking sideways, says hello, goodbye. There they are. So long.

Yesterday was a long time ago. We burnt the memories and yet here they are, they permeate, and they chew on us whole. Then we remember what we were, and then we forget, and I fall for that delirium, and the tears dry, and the wine pours, the tongue twists, whenever.

Cry because we cry, for what little are hills moulded by these pair of hands if no one was there to witness. Two souls are enough, but to be united, concessions are made, and even if it succeeds, it still breaks. Premium grade, not close enough. Torn, when the lights are faded, stars gazing.

Two by two and the prime is true, but the wheels keep on turning. The bonds of holy matrimony. Fine.

Can we coalesce and give the whole bit some rest?

Blue shoes, yoga.

Siege beneath our lands.

A silent nap with time at drizzle's pace.

We all, all let live, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.

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