Further torture in the soul of peace

At least that is what I tell everyone.

Silence brings me to my knees

Yet I’ll never admit that to you.

Come walk in the rain with me

Tell me about your travels;

A time when you were able to meander

With nothing weighing you down.

Perhaps you prefer silence

Let me make up my own stories;

Just about the time

I thought what we had

Was undeniable.

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