silent crescendos | poetry
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'and at night, even in the void of sound, her mind is a symphony of silent crescendos, her soul an enchanting and poisonous melody.'
a collection of thoughts composed by an amateur poet who spends way too much time listening to the cacophonies of her mind, but deems it music anyway.
lowercase intended.
by kassandra adeline north. all rights reserved.
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