| Silent Air |
| She stood alone in the doorway of that room, wanting to speak but daring not to break the blanketed silence that which has become drunk on the motionless bodies: My mind has become lost in the haze of that early morning, rocking in the old chair thinking deeply of the night before, the night when my realization of self came: To go back to the night before the last when I slept a dreamful state I would do anything to go back, before I discovered how my body quakes with fear at everything I come to learn |
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