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Silence requires that you talk
swish, swish, swish
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
strangle this time
—watch it die—
burn your tongue
feed the ravens.
break the brink
of silence laid on your mis—
led lies fading into absence.
do not banish the break—
ing lips for the quietude
murmur some words
mumble your tomb
tumble its womb’s wall
do not hold —thunder
after the lightening
swish, swish, swish
don’t be a corpse of wish
no regret spoils the mouth
better than still waters
Ruddapoet
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