Whisks of slow violence
Pierce through the night
Invading our conscious
And concealing our might.
Whispers of silence
Curtail the true fight
By seeking out questions
We know are not right.
April 27th, 2014 § 0 comments
Whisks of slow violence
Pierce through the night
Invading our conscious
And concealing our might.
Whispers of silence
Curtail the true fight
By seeking out questions
We know are not right.
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