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And here I stand again,
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:
It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.
When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.
When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:
It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.
When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.
When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred
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Beautiful...
I've been wandering through your gallery, your work is simply wonderful.
I've been wandering through your gallery, your work is simply wonderful.