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Thursday, October 11, 2007
nincompoop
The bitterness of Silence stings,
and triggers agonizing pain.
The tranquility of Silence sooths,
and restores inspiriting bliss.
The forlorness of Silence deserts,
and procreates distressing emptiness.
The ingenuity of Silence;
prejudicial yet invaluble.
To the people who steal my poems and ideas, try writing your own, they may turn out to be much better.
ambiguity revealed 12:44 AM
