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How did we get to this?
Images
dance on the screen
Words
I know all sound the same
In
the darkness our silence speaks
Unspoken
words hang in the air
We’re
unable to bridge the gap
We
listen as others speak their hearts
We
might as well be strangers
In
a foreign country
Only
your shallow breathing
Confirms you’re alive.
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