They chose silence as
not to ail each other, wincing
quietly as hearts breach
to the extent they heard
no more, not even the screech.
They dug graves
with their silent tool till
no amount of words could fill.
Could one shove, entomb the other
There, they laid down the self.
A silence, not so magical!
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