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Quiet Poem

3:00 am Surrounded by darkness where desire hides. Trapped under covers like a mime in a box. Voice stirring up memories and conversation. Words trapped inside. My subconscious is the loudest silence.

Quiet Poem

3:00 am Surrounded by darkness where desire hides. Trapped under covers like a mime in a box. Voice stirring up memories and...

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