CIV. thief

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What a thief is this silence !
Stealing away our words
when we're asked if we're okay
but we're rotten, dying.

What a thief is this silence !
Stealing away our words
when we know this person here
is sobbing, crying.

What a thief is this silence !
Stealing away our words
when we know this person's actions
are obnoxious, defying.

What a thief is this silence !
Stealing away our words
when we've heavily transgressed
guilty but denying.

What a thief is this silence !
Stealing away our words
when they're most needed to be said
leaving some alive, some dead...

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