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In the middle of a sentence 
I become silent, 
dig a grave 
and bury all the smiles. 

But you cannot say I have 
not understood the wrinkles on 
your face and ignored the 
lighthouse which went for a sale. 

The ocean will not spill the 
secret of a sunken ship. 
The volition was there, the captain 
was there, but magnet was lost. 

Toothache persists. Solar storms 
were rising. A sunspot in black 
center refuses to blast the mass 
ejected by bowing.