48 - Silent

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En média : Alizbar - Gleam in an angel's eye-drop

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For a brief moment, after the thoughts are spoken

There is a silence, as if the tongues were broken

They look for words to use, sentences to create

But nothing comes to ears, they stay immaculate.


They might try something, in a desperate attempt

Hurried, vivid, the manifold ideas suddenly exempt

From going through, pile up ; cannot articulate anymore

And, on the verge of gushing out, retract up before.

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