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Waiting
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Older The silence here stirs,
As the nights pass on,
Awaiting a single subtle sound,
To beam from the depths of my solitude,
A delusional strength from a weakening heart,
Shatters the silence before its time,
Confusion, anger, relentlessness,
Reaching out for some strong hold,
Some direction,
Only to fall fast along my silent oblivion
