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Silence

Silence from my mother,
Silence from my brother
Silence from my father,
Silent lies my friend.
The tearing silence
of my son, pain without end.


In my mind voices,
voices of the dead,
who speak to me instead
of hiding fast away
for all eternity.


They speak to me
of all the things
we should say
to those we love
today.

My reply?
This broken-hearted
song.

◄ Screw loose

KAFIRISTAN ►

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