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Mute the ChirpIn the moments when all is best He is a quiet whisper in her breast A silent flutter that shades her eyes And in this silence he is kindMute the Chirp
Then we twist the volume See how loud until she is ruin See her death from beyond a shore A flittering, agonized metaphor
This is the way to kill a girl Turn up the volume and ignore Pretend that all her screams Are nothing but flapping in the breeze
When she learns that silence is best Then we will hold her to our breasts Having pressed her until she is mute For that’s what they did to us. &nb
by *avaunt
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- Current Residence: Toronto
- Interests: Guitar, Bicycles, Outdoors
- Favourite movie: Baraka, City of God, Goodfellas, Scarface
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Jazz, Classical
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Jordan, Terry Goodkind, Jim Butcher
- Favourite gaming platform: Windows PC
- Tools of the Trade: Adobe Suite
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- Email: blake@skywidedesign.ca
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you don't need a gun to blow your mind..
thanks loads for the watch!
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