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Quiet contemplation


I find solace in silence
your voice though..
whispering
  ringing
slowly seeping into my marrow
I breathe it's timbre
well knowing it will suffocate me
expanding in my mind
'till there's no more room for quiet contemplation
I feel violated
  I feel loved

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