Intermittent Silence and the Confinements of Tomorrow

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Drawing into night
chewing on words of memories past
whilst thoughts of you high jump through my pondering mind,
and my heart silently becomes panicked,
as to why our daily habit flirts with silence.

Are we saving breath within the confinements of tomorrow?





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