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Sound
filled with silence
all the voices
distinguished and clear
I can hear every thought
that you quietly think.

I am everything
that nature abhors...
I am a blue velvet sky
green satin oceans
and all the textures
in between.

You and I are at a loss
we will never find
the answers
to questions lost
to this pain
to this bliss

you are too soft-
you bend and break
at the looks I offer
and the impressions I give...
I am cold, solid
I am decisive for once

and in my need
for quiet repose

I destroy frame by frame
every last piece of evidence
that you and I could possibly
use to prove
that we are already acquainted.