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Jan 19
Everything evens out at the end; even the heartbeats,
The breaths, we take for granted settle
Into silence. Silence just before
The storm of life commences,
Silence, after the storm subsides.
But isn't it for the others, always?
Where do I find it, the hallowed silence,
A shelter in the storm that I can
Create, whenever I want.
Not before nor after. But during.
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