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Symbiotic Silence

Slowly led

out from our cage,

the blaring motors

that were our age.

And grassy meadow

with cooling breeze,

with warming sun

and minds at ease.

I finally reached

your field of violets,

I think I like this

Symbiotic Silence.

Suddenly thrust

upon your stage,

struck with fright

at your young age.

And blinding lights

with thousand eyes,

with sweating palms

and another prize.

You and I stand together—


I ran off stage,

the sudden violence,

I couldn't take this

Symbiotic Silence.


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