When we’ve done all that
and all that is so little
let us keep that silence burning
all the way down the middle
in our mutual silence
a void is a foetus in your womb
growing memories of the me you lost
amidst the melting candles in the room
bear me then with trepidation
bear of me our mutual silence and sin
forgetting is buried under that tombstone
and all that keeps us longing deep within
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