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Silent as a tapestry, blowing in the wind,

Silent as a heartbeat, coming from within,

May voices call to me, I do not know their names,

I can feel their suffering, I can feel their pain.

And when I can no longer stand this bleating of the damned,

When my quivering, shaking knees can no longer stand,

I remember to myself that none of this is real.

Still, that does not simplify the sorrow that I feel.


EllielBrandlethorn (talk) 19:22, July 5, 2013 (UTC)

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