the silence - is what gets me
leaves me rotting
like ripened fruit
untouched by their hands
bruised by the passing of time
accompanied by
fragmented whispers
no sunlight will penetrate my core
seeds will fester with little
fair for replenshing
skin will lose its shine
edges loosen and soften with
unrequestered gestures
still. the silence will remain
for dissection
within this lonely space
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