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Silent


That the blow hurts me
and there is not wail
that can carry
the furious cry
that is aching

Only silent...
My soul was left
on the floor again,
like an useless spoliation,
only a waste.

But silent!

That the lament can't load
with the weight
of all the wound
Freeze the life,
Silent!
Because I’m dying…

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