Watching the sound of silence pass by the window being looked
through, lights blinking, no sound coming from any of them,
yet beckoning this mind with their insistence.
Walking the streets alone, mind by itself, feeling voices
that never speak in the sound of silence, keeping mind and
soul attuned in depths of it's interior atmosphere.
Always being hidden from everyone's eyes, no one seeing any-
thing, words disappearing into thin air for there's no voice
of silence to hear.
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